Wade looked up to see a contingent of horse riders riding towards them from the direction of Crowhill.
They were riding at full speed, dust billowing in their wake.
"What should we do, adventurer?"
Wade turned to the side to look at the beekeeper, who was staring at him, along with the man's employees. They had a mix of hope and fear on their faces.
"What?" He blinked.
"What do we do?" The beekeeper repeated. "About the pursuers?"
Wade stared for a second in confusion, before his brain made the connection.
The beekeeper thinks the contingent of horse men were pursuers sent by Viscount Fairchild. Well, if that was true, then there was only one thing to do.
"Speed up." He instructed. "We can't let them catch up."
The beekeeper opened his mouth to say something, but changed his mind. A second later, Wade saw what it was.
The oxen were painfully slow. Watching them trying to move faster at the prods from the beekeeper was like trying to watch paint dry.
