Chapter 7 Episode 3 | The Machine God | The Drifting Isle Chronicles
The next day, Henrik Blessing arrived in a barrow.
The Dean’s legs couldn’t take him the three miles from East Camp to Town Hall. No pack animals had been brought up—no animals of any kind—and so nothing else could be done; Peter Oster chucked Blessing into a barrow and rolled him off down the road. “Thass no shame,” said the young man kindly. “We trundle our old ‘uns all round the island. None look amiss at ‘em.” By the time he got to Town Hall, Blessing had settled himself to look as if riding in a barrow conveyed a great honor.
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