The caravan stopped only long enough to feed and water the horses, switch up the teams and change drivers. Iona nudged Morwenna, who woke up with a sharp grunt, and the pair of them slid gingerly off the hard wooden bench. They stretched their aching backs and rubbed heavy limbs, then they went around the back of the cart to unload the wizards. Bert had fallen asleep with his arms and one leg wrapped around a large, placid ewe whose pearly white eyes stared out of the gloom at them. It seemed to be completely unbothered by the sleeping mage. Bobang on the other hand was far less serene-looking. He was still sitting where he had been deposited by the drovers, his knees tucked up under his chin, his robes tucked tight to his legs, his hands clamped over his head. He was staring wildly out of
