The carriage rolled out the magnificent gate that led down the hill.
William had already started talking before they'd even cleared the gatehouse—something about the cathedral and how right now was the best time of day to visit it.
The city came up fast. The road levelled out as the outer districts began, the timber here was fresh and darker, signifying they were younger. The streets narrowed as the carriage moved through the gates without trouble. People on the roads stepped aside as the carriage passed, most doing so with a small bow.
William barely noticed them. He was too busy pointing out a building with a green door, it was tilting over, and the timber seemed close to collapsing.
"That building is over three hundred years old," he said. "My grandfather tried to have it demolished once. The whole street barricaded themselves inside it."
"Was that a good idea—to keep it around?" James asked, watching the building that seemed close to collapse.
