GDC 113

“What the—!”

Everyone’s eyes—both knights and spectators—turned toward the sound.

Across the street, a supply cart loaded with ingredients had suddenly tipped over while trying to force its way inside.

Neigh!

The startled horses reared up and neighed loudly. Several of Blenheim’s knights rushed over immediately.

“Is anyone hurt?”

“Someone grab the reins first!”

Barrels filled with drinks rolled everywhere, shattering and spilling their contents.

The panicked driver shouted, “I don’t know what happened! They were fine, then suddenly went wild!”

From a distance, officials from the management office were running toward the scene.

“Are you all right, Your Highness?”

Norton approached and asked.

“I’m fine. I wasn’t even that close,” I said, shrugging my shoulders.

What worried me more was that the tipsy envoys might wander too near and end up hurt.

The area quickly became noisy with people trying to help or just watching the commotion.

“Take care…