“It was designed by the Grace’s very own hand, with the purpose of provide a nice and smooth travel to the Castle, with no windings, while still showing what the Town had of the best. Such a magnificent work!”

“and pretty ingenious, i must add.”

Mr. Rabbit stared at the nothing for a while. His ears twiched one or two times. With an auspicious murmur, he continued:

“I believe that, if we stay on the Path, we shall not run into any sort of problem. Besides, it is an old city, and it seems we are the first ones to entry in centuries.”

“How long does it take to get to the Castle?”

Max was excited (and a little bit anxious, as well) to get there. They were so close, now.

Mr. Rabbit scratched his ears, thoughtful.

“Hmm, according to my calculations, no more than 2 hours on feet.”

To which Meryl grumbled:

“if we only had a faster way of locomotion!”

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