154 154. Your Arch Nemesis

The whirlicote travelled non-stop for a day and a night and by the next morning, it had reached the edge of the province where Mia’s home was situated in.

No wonder theirs was the most expensive of a line of hackneys. There were hardly stops throughout the journey, that was if you count three swift changes of tired coachers along the way as 'stops'. Even the two coachmen, who took turns in driving, were experts, whose experience in travelling the roads made the ride bump-free in the night. Little Mia never lost her sleep throughout the journey.