Spring 918 MC
Richard looked up at the window of the carriage, where his brother sat looking back at him.
“I’ll miss you,” he said.
“Don’t worry,” replied Edward, “I’ll be back by next spring with lots of stories to tell.”
“I look forward to it.”
“Come along, Sir Clarence,” Edward called out, “we must be about our business.”
“Coming, my lord,” replied the knight. He clambered into the carriage, taking a seat opposite Edward. A servant closed the door, and then the driver snapped his whip, urging the horses forward.
Richard watched them ride out through the gatehouse, the wheels rattling as they struck the cobblestones. The sound abruptly ceased when they reached the dirt and mud of the village streets.
He ran to the battlements, reaching their heights in time to see the carriage tu
