The door was exactly what he expected.

Of course, the fairy was right. He didn’t draw the sword.

Bernard sat astride the massive draft horse awkwardly.

Bernard was informed Lothar was waiting for him.

The sun was setting by the time they found a farmhouse.

The pair rode east for two days.

The mountain was imposing.

Bernard wasn’t quite sure where he was. 

Bernard felt refreshed.

The sun hung low in the sky.

They walked briskly.

Kaspar watched Bernard make his way to the table.

Agatha was struggling.

By late evening, the Knight’s house came into view.

Kaspar was amused.

Mikel walked slowly back and forth across his field.

The mausoleum didn’t look all that ominous.

They made good time riding on the road that night.

Bernard grumbled quietly to himself.