It took nearly ten minutes before John was coherent again, and then another two hours before he was in any state to speak. The pain of the day's revelations was palpable in the carriage, and everyone else tactfully left them to their grief.
An agony mixed with relief at their reunion.
So, the ride was a silent one, until the sun started to go down, and the driver opened the window to the passenger compartment, startling the maids.
"Your Highness, should we continue through the night. If you look outside, you will see that there are refugee camps everywhere, and the farmers have set up a militia to keep their crops from being looted.
The situation here on the outskirts of Castle City is far from good, and the rural villages appear to have been mostly demolished by the Dagos Army on their way through." The driver asked.
