4
“Where did you get the tent?" I asked Royal as we rounded the greenhouse.
"Bensyt found it in the shed,” he replied.
"What shed?" I asked.
“That shed."
Royal stopped and pointed to something in the distance. I followed his gaze and there, in a copse of trees, was a large shed I’d never seen before.
“When did that get here?" I asked.
“You didn't know about it?"
“If I knew about it, I wouldn't be asking," I quipped.
“Well, Benyst went in there, and he said it looked like someone has lived there for quite a while. There’s a bed, a little stove, some sort of icebox thing in the corner.”
“Seriously? Was there any food?"
"No, Benyst said it was empty and dry. He said it looks like whoever lives there hasn't been back for quite some time." Royal rubbed at the stubble on his chin.
"I've never seen it before."
Where the heck did this thing come from? How could how could I have lived here for so long and never seen it? Or was this another weird Traveller house thing that just cropped up whenever we needed it?
"Well, whoever was living there," Royal said, "obviously had your permission."
“How do you figure?"
“Because my darling, no one can enter this property without your permission."
“Oh yeah, I forgot about that." I stared at the shed, it looked like one of those tiny houses you see on TV. I wanted to meet whoever was living there, maybe they knew something about my life as a Traveller that I didn't. Maybe they could help me remember my life before all of this wing tearing business happened?
“Well, honey, we should keep moving," Royal said softly.
“Yeah, let's go check it out." I started walking towards the shed.
”Honey," Royal called, “I meant the tent. The minions, remember?"
"Right, right, yeah, I was just testing you."
I strode past Royal and headed towards the tent.