The Spirit of PolandChapter 15
King James dismounted before the mountainside door. The rain was coming down hard, hitting his covered head painfully. He could have taken a covered carriage out to fortress. Even enjoyed a nice boat ride down the Anne river. But, no. He had insisted on traveling by horse, the light misty rain at the start of their journey refreshing in the hot afternoon. Silly King. Still, it had kept this meeting a bit more secret. Few had seen them leave the palace. With their hooded rain ponchos, fewer...