The King's Spy (The Augur's Eye Book 2) by Guy Antibes

Author:Guy Antibes [Antibes, Guy]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: Casiepress LLC
Published: 2021-09-05T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

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T he two carriages left Garri through the west gate and ambled through the overflow of offices, mansions, and hovels all sharing the same district. Whit noticed more flying than in the city. The pixies looked like an aviary with many single flyers, but there were groups buzzing around the city. Some merely flew over the city wall into Garri proper.

“Why are there so many flyers here?” Whit asked Yetti.

She shrugged. “I’m a pixie, but I don’t live here.”

There was a bump that shook the carriage. Whit hit his head on the roof. The carriage came to a stop, and Whit got out to help look at the damage.

“A wheel is broken,” Razz said, the driver out of the city. “Luckily we have Zarl to help with the change.”

Whit looked down the road. It looked like some kind of obstacle course with potholes all the way until the road was out of sight.

A pixie walked up and gave Gambol a smile. “Having some trouble?”

There is a hole in the road,” Gambol said.

The pixie sighed, but the pixie’s face didn’t look sympathetic. “I can make your ride a little smoother. It will cost you a bit, but I’m sure it will cost less than more wheels,” the pixie said.

Zarl walked up. “So this is why I saw everyone flying. You run the roads.”

The pixie craned his head, looking up at the ogre. “You’re a big one. If you need a job repairing roads, let me know.” He graced Zarl with an insincere smile.”

“How much?” Whit asked.

“500 guineas.”

“That’s highway robbery!” Gambol said.

“It’s highway something,” the pixie said. “It’s that or you can try to make it out of West Garri your own.”

Whit took Gambol aside. “Why didn’t Pin tell us about these thugs? There aren’t roads like this anywhere else around Garri,” Whit said, going back into the carriage once the wheel was replaced.

“Our carriages won’t last to the end of the road,” Zarl said, “unless we fill the holes ourselves.”

Whit grimaced. “Unless we can use some magic to fill the holes ourselves.” He rummaged around in his mind for a magic spell that might level the soil.

“Magic?” Zarl said. “We can do that. Ogres can move dirt from one place to another pretty easily. I should have thought of that.”

“You don’t have to fix every pothole,” Gambol said.

“Of course not,” Zarl said. “It will take some time, but then so will the thug’s boys. We might have to fight our way through.”

Razz glared at the pixie standing with three of his fellow criminals. “Fistian and I can take care of them.

“Then let’s get started,” Whit said. “Show me your spell. I’m good at picking up some spells. Perhaps a wood elf can do something similar.”

Zarl sported a dubious look. “You can try all you want.”

The ogre walked in front of the first carriage and waved his hands. The soil looked like it was boiling, and then Zarl used his magic to smooth it out. Whatever spell he used also made the dirt compact enough to support the thin wheels of the carriages.

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