THE VISITORS

__Evening

By this hour of the day, the exotic carriage which was at best being coached by the stout looking man on the driver's seat of the double horse-driven vehicle, had successfully conveyed the Blythes into the country of Aegremonth in one piece. Slowly, the coach began to wheel carefully through the stoned gravelly route towards the castle of Barad-dûr. Ezekiel had made it in time to join the rest of the party back at the plains of the Marching Dell. At present, he and the two other soldier mercenaries were leading ahead the flamboyant coach as they rode on their surefooted horses.