Unfortunately, my hovel is located within a mile of a stadium where gladiators dress in the colors of a winter bird that isn’t even found in the City of the Fire Bird and fight over a ball made of boar’s skin. As I returned from worshiping the Great God today, I found myself on heavily congested roads. Indeed, the path to my hovel was blocked by many carts and carriages. It was most bothersome, but many of the drivers held their horses back so that my horse, and that of one of my neighbors, could get through.
Luckily one of the drivers caused his horses to make a loud sound of alarm right before a runaway carriage, that was off the road and on the dirt and dead grass came charging through. If not for the alarm, this errant driver and his cart of death would have likely have struck me. ‘Tis the third time in a week that I have seen a cart driving their horses off the road on the gravel, for they must think themselves too good to wait with the rest of the horses and their riders or the cart drivers. This time it was on the King’s Avenue that is marked 99. The other times it was the one marked 67. Is this not what the king’s guard are supposed to stop? Where are they when needed. This errant cart driver will kill an innocent maiden or a hard working farmer someday!
I am thankful that most riders and drivers are courteous and considerate to those trying to return to their homes. It is the dangerous few that cause us to have to be vigilant.
The Middle-Aged Single Fantasy Witch 