Lisalla and Danna sat in the middle coach, staring out of the windows at the world passing by. “How much longer until we reach Na’zora?” Lisalla asked. “They say we’ll reach the border in a day or so. After that, it’s two or three days to the palace.” Danna could not count how many times she had answered that question since setting out from home. “Why must it take so long?” Lisalla asked. She stretched her neck from side to side, attempting to alleviate the stiffness. “It would be faster if you didn’t insist on stopping at every market along the way, my lady.” “I’ve never been anywhere before, and I may never get the chance to travel after I’m married. I just want to see as much as I can while I have the opportunity.” She gazed out of her window to see a sprawling meadow a short distance away. “Signal the driver to stop.” Danna tugged on a rope which rang a small bell next to the carriage driver. In less than a minute, the carriage came to a halt. Lisalla did not wait for the door to be opened.
