Summer 1095 SR
They left early the next morning for Rizela. Charlaine and Danica sat at the front of the wagon with their prisoner securely tied in the back while Cordelia rode as escort. Estabar was quiet, sullen even, keeping to himself for most of the ride.
It was half a day"s travel to the bustling port, and the sisters found themselves traversing the farms that dotted this part of the countryside. The weather remained clear, allowing the sun to thoroughly heat them.
Halfway through the morning, they made a brief halt to rest the horses. Cordelia watched the prisoner as he relieved himself on a tree while Danica stretched her legs, but it was Charlaine’s call that garnered the most interest.
“Someone"s coming,” she announced.
“Probably just a farmer,” noted Danica.
Cordelia looke
