CHAPTER 11Sam and his father sat at the front of a plain open wagon being drawn by a single horse, heading north toward the low-slung skyline of the Portland a couple miles away. While Sam had been in this realm for several days and had gotten acclimated to its somewhat rustic charms, he found the experience of riding behind the horse fascinating. The smells, the rhythmic tug forward, the clap of the horse’s hooves on the dusty road all slowed his pounding heart. He couldn’t believe that here he sat next to his father, holding the reins and smiling into the afternoon sun. They hadn’t said a word since turning off the manor grounds five minutes ago.
“How do you steer this thing?” Sam asked.
Christopher Lantern nodded toward the horse and said, “Usually there’s not much steering involved.
