Pio's post - Assiram Oct. 28
It was sixty miles from Bree to Buckland on The Great East Road. Assiram pushed the Helios and Ahriman on their run down nags as fast as he could. ‘No time time to stop,’ he yelled at them. ‘Ferny ain’t payin’ us to do any sight-seein or nappin’!’ They glared at him, but he didn’t care. He wasn’t in this for the friendship; it was the promise of cold hard cash and the notches he could add to his belt that drove him on.
The three of them crossed through the Hay Gate in the dead of night, nearing daybreak, knocking the sleepy warden out of their way as they made their way into the Shire and turned off the main road toward Stock. ‘It’s only a cuppla hours til we reach the Perch,’ he shouted at his sullen companions. ‘Keep them broke down oatbags goin’ til we get there. I’ve got a taste for summat other than brackish water from the waterskins. And an itch to show the Shire rats a little of the Boss’s power. Teach ‘em a little respect, if ya get my drift!’
His face twisted into a foul grin and he smacked his horse hard with his heels . . .
[ September 24, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]
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