"What is happening?"
She didn't respond. He seemed more like a jingling bell. Like he was making a sound to himself and was the same person acknowledging the rhythm and how classic it was.
He didn't want to give in to that. He wanted to have her answer his question under compulsion but he knew that he could never achieve anything with force.
He was better off pleading for the answers. That seemed to work best for him.
The chariot kept quaking and it seemed as though it was going to split into two. He kept tearing the lady apart with his gaze but she didn't just care.
She probably was held in her own deep thoughts too and couldn't put up with his actions and words.
They were denied a passage into the territory of the king. The gate was guarded by few men who looked exactly like the fellow who had came to meet them and who had been turned into a chariot.