As the carriage reached marching speed, which was a bit faster than walking speed, Estrup's assumptions got confirmed fast, even though this, as he had been aware of, was only half of the story - of course, trains were a thing in here as well, and they had established themselves as the usual means of transportation for long-distance travels a long time ago.
A hundred kilometers per hour seemed to pass as an extremely high speed to Donny - or probably to everyone who had never gone on bullet trains such as the Interregio trains in Lillorainen.
Ole Klingebiel nodded. "There are trains in Lillorainen with design speeds of well beyond two hundred, sometimes even three hundred kilometers per hour" - he said, "but these are rather the exception, limited to high-speed connections between the largest cities, like, say, Lysköping-Lollerup, or Pontrath-Preetz. For most other connections, like between smaller cities, towns, and villages, eighty to hundred kilometers per hour, in exceptional cases up to a hundred and twenty, are the usual speed as well. Even though the network is gradually being extended, and various attempts to use higher-speed trains outside the main routes have already been made and are being made. But this is something you should probably ask Lena about."
Lena hummed in agreement. After all, she was in charge of this.
"And as for individual traffic" - Estrup added, "we might go a tiny bit faster on average." Which was a blatant understatement, given how we were talking about Lillorainen, the country where people considered it their constitutional right to go on a highway with the speed of a cruise missile. "But we also have a way higher population density in many places. There are highway intersections frequented by a hundred thousand vehicles per day and more. Imagine so many vehicles on a crossroad in here ..."
As they moved on, there was a moment of silence - until the women carrying the banners caught up. Of course, they didn't carry it with their arms only, but with a small slot in their stirrups.
The lassie carrying the Federation's Tricolor approached Flemming, with the same inquiry as Ceyda had asked before.
Sure, the density of possible riding teachers in Lillorainen was nowhere near as high as in these parts, but it was not like there could possibly only one in the entire area ... of course, it must have seemed logical to everyone nonetheless, as having one of the best riders in Lillorainen living but twenty kilometers away from the Presidential Office would seem practical, but still ...
Flemming grinned. "Maybe?"