Karla nodded and disappeared down the hall, sending psychic orders to the journeymaid Healers who assisted her in her stillroom, telling them to ready a satchel of medical supplies and brooking no arguments nor questions.
"I'll drive," she told the Coachman when she arrived in the yard ten minutes later. Her tea-with-aristos clothing had been exchanged for something far more more practical and her supplies were safely vanished.
"My Lady, I must protest!"
"Excellent, you just did," Karla said, climbing up onto the board. "But I wear the Ebon-gray and speed is of the essence. Now, you can obey your Queen and climb down under your own power, or I can knock you down. It's your choice."
The Coachman scrambled down. "Excellent choice," Karla congratulated him. And then, thinking it through just a little further, she added, "Climb into the Coach with the Consort. We might need a driver for the trip back."
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"I'll drive," she told the Coachman when she arrived in the yard ten minutes later. Her tea-with-aristos clothing had been exchanged for something far more more practical and her supplies were safely vanished.
"My Lady, I must protest!"
"Excellent, you just did," Karla said, climbing up onto the board. "But I wear the Ebon-gray and speed is of the essence. Now, you can obey your Queen and climb down under your own power, or I can knock you down. It's your choice."
The Coachman scrambled down. "Excellent choice," Karla congratulated him. And then, thinking it through just a little further, she added, "Climb into the Coach with the Consort. We might need a driver for the trip back."