The Cavalry Is Running Late

2:05 p.m.: Running a few minutes late. On our way!

 

2:14 p.m.: Can’t wait to see you guys. It’s been way too long since the last international conflict!

 

2:25 p.m.: Had to turn back. Alvin forgot his horse. Don’t feel like you have to wait for us to start the battle!

 

2:27: p.m.: Is there free parking in the scorched castle?

 

2:30 p.m.: Can’t find the horse. Checking bottomless pit in town square.

 

2:38 p.m.: Found the horse! Unfortunately, it’s dead.

 

2:41 p.m.: Should we bring mead?

 

2:42 p.m.: Alvin’s not coming. Too sad about horse.

 

2:48 p.m.: Be there ASAP

 

2:50 p.m.: Had to turn back again, forgot the mead on the hearth. Can you cause a distraction?

 

2:52 p.m.: Be there any minute.

 

3:04 p.m.: Rode straight into a mutiny. HAHA. Who knew the king would decide to guillotine his entire council just as we were getting out the door?

 

3:10 p.m.: Bertram drank all the mead.

 

3:12 p.m.: Stopping to regroup.

 

3:14 p.m.: We aren’t going to make it.

 

3:24 p.m.: It’s not too late to call in a different cavalry, right? We are free next Wednesday if you can retreat until then.