The man who
held the reins went by the name of Arthur Haynes
And his fervour
for Paine’s expertise was far greater than Blaine’s
The frequent
stops and his demands for more
Were for
Maude and Claude such a bore
Even Paine
began to see it as a chore
“I’m getting
so tired of it,” Paine complained to Maude and Claude. “I’m surprised that he
is still able to sit.”
“It’s like
your whip has now become a feather,” said Maude. “Or he has become so
accustomed, his rear is like leather.”
“Maybe next
time I’ll take a turn,” said Claude. “I’ll make sure the pain will burn.”
“Hey, I be
hearing what you are saying,” said Arthur. “Only the mistress be doing the
flaying.”
“Sir, she
tires and has little zest,” said Claude. “And would you mind telling us why we
are heading west?”
“We’ll go west
and then the west Highland way. I’d rather avoid going near Glasgae.”
“Glasgae?”
Paine queried. “Where is that and why do we have to turn away? Changing
direction will cause further delay.”
“It’s a town
renowned for blaggards and thieves. Some say that when one enters, one never
leaves.”
“I’m sure
there are,” said Maude. “But why do we have to veer so far?”
“Seeing that
it will be for your wellbeing. You’re welcome to get off the cart if you don’t
be agreeing.”
“Let’s just
go with the man and not complain,” said Paine. “All I want to do is meet again
with Blaine; my wonderful monk and gorgeous hunk.”
“Sounds like
he’s been led astray,” Arthur mocked. “I’ve seen a few heading this way.”
His words
brought hope to Paine. “Was one of them dark, handsome and tall?”
“Two I
remember were very small.”
“Then that
cannot be Blaine.”
“Then there
was a larger one who’d been brutally slain.”
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