CHAPTER TWODespite its unpromising exterior, the interior of the carriage was more comfortable than Elvira had expected. The upholstery might be worn but the seat was soft.
An image of the stranger at the pump floated before her and then she was fast asleep.
When she awoke the carriage was motionless.
She started up anxiously. Had they really reached Baseheart already? Had she slept for the whole three hours? Taking up her cape she threw it over her shoulders and turned to the window.
It was covered with ice. They must have been travelling at a slow pace indeed for the glass to ice up so much.
Reaching forward, she threw open the door.
The world outside was white. White and deathly silent. The forest ranged on all sides, trees looming petrified through the glittering flakes.
Elvira
