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Going nowhere

Without a word my new driver started his horses, and we drove into the darkness of the pass. I looked back and saw the horses of the coach in the light of its lamps, and the dark shapes of the people I had been travelling with. Then the coach driver started his horses as well, and the people on the coach set off for Bukovina. As they vanished into the darkness I felt strangely cold, and also started to feel very lonely. But the driver put a cloak over my shoulders, and a blanket across my knees. He said in excellent German "The night is cold Sir, and my master the Count told me take good care of you. There is a bottle of slivovitz (the plum brandy of the country) underneath the seat, if you want something to drink."