The White Horse

[Rimbaud]

Seated amicably over drinks, it took some time for Rimbaud to ascertain that the Wight had disappeared again, as swiftly and silently as he had arrived. Yet his presence remained, a palpable warning to behave whilst in The White Horse. The Gondorian Innkeeper swallowed his nervousness, and, seemingly unfazed to others watching, returned to conversation with the battle-worn Eledrim, who, the truce now complete, had some very interesting ideas regarding a Story he wished to tell.

"Dear Sir, do go on," said Rimbaud, in the same, purposeful voice he had used before, although now no-one heard the delicate threat that had been there before, in the rich timbres of the well-enounciated words. "Your ideas for a Tale in Rohan interest me greatly. I trust that the information I have imparted is sufficient?"

[ November 21, 2002: Message edited by: Rimbaud ]