Wed Jun 20, 2007 2:44 pm
It was late at night when he'd come back to the stables to check on the saddlebag hidden under hay. Everything was in order. Nothing had been moved. His horse had seen to that. And with the heavy saddlebag under arm, he made his way back to his room to hide it and it's contents there. The horse merely neighed, leaving him to his work.
But admist the stables slats, eyes were watching. Silently spying. And they were not his own.