Early the next morning. “The Horse is
loaded let’s get going.” Suleiman says.
“What horse? We have too
much to…Oh what a beautiful piece of machinery!” exclaims Emily. “What is it
and where did you get it?”
“Is it gas powered, electric?”
continues Emily without taking a breath.
“Neither.” says Suleiman. “It’s
powered by a set of main springs, much the same way a clock is powered. You
just wind it up and it goes for hours depending upon the load and speed you
wish to travel. When it runs down you just wind it back up and you’re on your
way again.”
“Where did you get it?” says Emily,
clearly delighted with a new toy.
“America. Detroit to be exact. An
independent auto maker by the name of Bildebard Hoskins. He calls it “Hoskin’s
Horse”. When I found out about it I wrote to him asked him if we could field test
it. He was delighted that someone took an interest in his invention. I had it
shipped over and it arrived last week. I know how much you like gadgets and
things. I’ve had a devil of a time keeping it a surprise. Do you like it?”
“Like it! I love it! Can I drive it?”
asks Emily.
“Of course my dear, of course.”
replies Suleiman. “We need to get on the road. We have a ferry to catch near
Gibraltar to take us across to Morocco.”
“Then let’s go.” Says
Emily taking Suleiman’s arm in hers. “Let’s go!”
