Chapter 11 - chapter 8: out of the gates and into the Hesu Providence

Hollow and Faizure jolt awake when men start yelling. Hollow and him don't even remember falling asleep. "Come on! Just a bag of hay!" A man says. "Move! I'm not selling you a bag for one gold! The one they recognize as the driver says, cracking the reighns. They horses neigh and pick up a slow trot. Faizure digs upward, creating a small peephole. "You just got hay in my eye!" Hollow yells a little too loudly. "You better quite it down back there if you want to cross the border. The gaurdsll hear ya." The driver says, smoke filling the boys noses when they pass a smithy. Crud. How did he know we were back here, Hollow thought. Faizures heart beats rappidly, hoping the man doesn't rat them out. Though by what the man said, he doubts it. They slowly come to a stop, a guard taking paper from the driver and pointing him in a direction. Their at the border! Yes! Finally. The driver starts the horses again, only stopping about an hour later at a buggy stop. "Go, now. Good luck" the man says as they get out. Hopefully everyone they meet is like him. Doubtfully, but hopefully.