Damon drove the carriage with desperate speed. The wheels bounced violently over the streets of the lower city. He drove like a madman, weaving through the traffic, his mind
focused on reaching the mansion before her fever got any worse.
In about an hour, the carriage finally rushed through the high iron gates of the Benson mansion.
The carriage rolled into the paved courtyard and came to a sharp, violent stop. The horses were panting heavily, covered in sweat.
The loud noise of the rushing carriage alerted the servants.
Mr. Murry came running quickly out of the grand front doors. He saw the General sitting on the driver's box, panicked.
"My Lord, my lord!" Murry shouted loudly, rushing down the stone steps. "Did something happen to the lady? Is she alright?"
Damon did not answer immediately. He jumped down from the high box, his boots hitting the stone pavement with a loud thud. He rushed to the carriage door. He unlocked the metal latch and yanked the door wide open.
