Kingdom of Refuge (Gemstone Royals Book 1) by Kelly A. Purcell

Author:Kelly A. Purcell [Purcell, Kelly A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-08-15T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 17

Deswald tossed the last sack off flour onto the wagon with a grunt and dusted his hands off on his patched-up trousers. Never in his life had he worn clothes so hideous, not to mention that they itched. He reached up and scratched a patch on his shoulder with a grimace.

“You get used to it,” Stiller said, as he came up beside him, as usual his expression was an unreadable mask of preoccupation.

Deswald looked about them at the busy streets of the city central and with a frown turned back to Stiller.

“Where is the horse?”

They had made the journey into the city central to collect some supplies. The contrast of the bustling city and Arduway was disturbing. Fancy carriages, well bred horses and the richest clothing distinguished the classes. Peasant scurried around in worn out clothing, pulling on carts and bowing their heads low, avoiding eye contact with those of higher classes as they went about their business. Stiller had already positioned himself at the front of the small cart where the horse would usually be strapped in and lifted the wooden brace in front of him.

“All the horses are out,” he grunted. Deswald’s eyes widened in disbelief, “so you are just going to pull this cart loaded with sacks of flour all the way back to Arduway?”

“Yes,” Stiller replied, “Look around you, I would not be the only one.”

Deswald did look around him, and sure enough there were men and women drawing their carts without horses, looking like it was the most normal thing in the world. Stiller pressed his chest against the wooden brace and pushed forward, grunting with the effort it took to get the cart moving. Deswald knew it was hardly the time to have a conversation with him, so he walked alongside him.

“Is there any way I can help?” he asked. He hated being so clueless and feeling so useless.

“Give me a push at the back,” Stiller grunted.

Deswald nodded and took up a spot in the back, planting his feet and adding his strength to Stiller’s momentum. At this rate, they would get back to the bakery beneath Stiller’s house when the sun was at its peak in the sky and by then Deswald knew he would regret not taking the wide brimmed hat Stacia had offered him.

Deswald was relieved to find that he was wrong. Now he could see why Stiller was such a decorated Knight. The man had the strength of a horse and his willpower was far from humanly. They pulled up to the bakery less than half an hour after they had left the square and despite being a sweaty mess, Stiller was as relaxed as if he had merely taken a reflective stroll through a garden. The man lived up to his name. The only person who seemed capable of breaking through that tough warrior exterior was his chubby cheerful wife. She came out to meet them before the cart could even come to a stop in front the entrance.

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