4
"Horses. Always with the horses. . ." I grumbled to myself.
I sat atop a fine gray stallion that trotted down the road to the High Castle. It was several days after our meeting with Crates. We were close enough to the castle that I could see a hint of towers in the distance, so that in a few mile or two we would see if I was right about his hint. Beside me on another fine horse was Xander, and behind us came Darda and Spiros.
Another tinge of pain from my rear made me wince. "What I wouldn't do for some twenty-first century comfort. . ."
"How has travel progressed in my old world?" Darda asked me.
"To the point where you can travel for hours in a comfortable seat or fly anywhere with a good drink beside you," I told her.
"I would dearly wish to know the secret for how humans f
