People scramble to dodge out of the way as the horse-drawn cart barrels down the street towards the docks. Some look on in amazement as Jiles races and overtakes the horses.
Grabbing their bridle, Jiles implores the horses to stop. Clearly terrified for some reason, they keep running.
Jiles continues to try as they near the dock. It looks as though the horses, cart and fallen driver are bound to run into the river. At the last moment, the horses calm down enough that Jiles is able to take control, and the cart stops just yards from the river.
"Thank you very much" the battered driver says as he clambers back onto the seat.
Returning to Raul, Jiles sees that the rescued boys are gone.
"Bravo" Raul tells Jiles.
Jiles notices a boy in the crowd, no more than 10 years old, dressed entirely in black velvet with a wide lace collar. He wears dark leather gloves and pointed slippers. The boy is simply standing there, regarding Jiles with a stern, mirthless gaze that stands out starkly against the backdrop of Carnival. A group of revelers rush past him, obscuring the boy in black for a second, and then he is gone.
There are inns along East Front Street, but they are filled with loud, drunken men - perhaps not the best place to rest.
The gate to the city walls is not far. With a look, Raul indicates his preference to go that way.