Follower

Always there are two of them. Not always, I think, the same two, although usually I do not see them clearly enough to be completely sure. I was lucky to get this close: normally they sit in the adjoining carriages, one in each, but I chose a different carriage at the last moment, surprising him I think. Of course he did not look directly at me, but I am sure he is one of their agents.

It will be soon now, I think: they are closing in. The clown prince – or rather he who pulls the clown prince's strings – has given his orders. There is no hope of escape: there is no way out.