“Will you stop cursing and tell me what has happened already?” a voice came from within the carriage. It was quite masculine with a hint of adolescence. Right away one could tell who was in charge.

The Coachman instantly stopped his adult tantrum. “Yes, of course, my Lord. It’s the horse, my lord. It won’t get up. The blasted thing is broken I tell you! Broken!”

The voice sighed in exasperation. “Will you please explain the situation properly. Why has the carriage stopped?”

“It’s just being a lazy piece of work. Get up! GET UP!” The Coachman cried jumping up and down throwing his hat onto the ground and pushing his sleeves up as if he were getting ready to fight the indolent creature.

 Dante was now close enough to see the horse that was causing its caretaker such distress. It lay on the ground puffing out air with a grumpy expression not at all excited to be dragging an obnoxiously ornamented carriage behind him. “Let the horse rest for a while. It is just tired,” Dante said with Moonlight in tow.

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