“I’ve never had an opportunity to mention it, but I’ve encountered a mysterious man, twice in fact. Is this Merlan a very tall and large man?”
Dylan shook his head. “No, he’s rather shorter than I am, though a bit on the stocky side. Tell me more about your encounters.”
Martin hesitated and then went on. “He seems a large man. Both times I saw him, he was riding an enormous black horse. I would think a stallion. Though the beast is powerful and strong, the rider had no trouble controlling him. Both times, he…Well, the first time was the night I was to arrive. The coach lost a wheel and I later heard a bridge had washed out just ahead. The accident was indeed a blessing. Anyway, he snatched me out of the conveyance and brought me here through a raging storm. The second time, more recently, I’d been hiking while the children were away on their holiday. I became lost and stumbled onto a hut where he was apparently resting or waiting for someone. He brought me home then a second time.”