Nuno, the supervisor, ignored them and went straight into the horse carriage. Bruno stood stunned for a few moments, his wife looked at him anxiously and reached out to hold his hand. Bruno shook his head, gently withdrew his hand, and sent his wife back. Then, he gritted his teeth, suppressing the fear in his heart, and got into the Royal Family carriage he had never been in before.
"Clip-clop!..."
The four-wheeled carriage turned its head and steadily went towards Sintra Palace. Nuno, the supervisor, appeared calm and composed, lowering his eyes as if asleep. Bruno, on the other hand, was like an ant on a hot pot, only daring to sit on half of his seat. He glanced at Nuno, wanting to say something, but the other kept his eyes closed, not looking at him. After a while, he finally mustered the courage and respectfully whispered.
"Al...Almighty bless! Re...respected Nuno, supervisor, I don't know... what urgent business His Majesty has suddenly summoned me for?..."
