Prophecy - Part 8

"Shit, Vol!" Northy shouted from the inside of one of the carriages. Vol could tell from his tone that he'd discovered something that was worth worrying about. He nodded to Borne, and the man edged forward to get the other carriage door opened.

The second it did, a child scrambled out, and then dove straight under the large wooden wheels of the carriage. Borne glanced at him, and Vol simply shrugged. It was no matter to them what a child did, so he proposed simply leaving him to do what he wished.

"Hang on, lad! Hang on!" They could hear Northy say, and that urged Vol forward all the more, and Penelope came with him. "Shit, shit, shit…"

Vol could see a man lying on a bench of one of the carriages. It wasn't a particularly big man, but it seemed to be a man that he recognized. He was off his horse in an instant, and making massive strides towards the carriage door, trying to block out the cackling of the woman that Harland had captured.