The buggy rode over the drawbridge and into the entrance of the castle. Beleth was shoulder to shoulder with the young Knight. The closer they got to the castle the more Beleth's anticipation grew. He was so close. He could smell something he had not smelled in what felt like ages. He could smell fear permeating from the knight.
Something was wrong? Why was he so fearful, even now? Beleth wondered. He decided not to press the issue. He was too close to getting his life back to worry about a young, lovesick knight who was wet behind the ears.
He watched as they rode further until they reached the castle stables. An old man who reeked of brandy claiming to be the stable master came and greeted them both.
"Good evening to you fine gents." He greeted.
Beleth had expected Lance to return the greeting. He did not. Beleth was perturbed. He was a demon king and even he had manners. He spoke up for them both,
