Chapter 17
FlightThere were six children and two women in the open cart, huddled together around the Duc's baggage and belongings, trying their best to keep warm in the late morning, which was cold and wet. The constantly rumbling, bucking cart was most uncomfortable, and so despite the softness of the bags around which they lay, the occupants were sullen and miserable. The party had moved at a rapid pace and this, coupled with the uneven, frost-hardened track, was making the boards beneath the occupants' buttocks bounce and jump alarmingly, leaving them bruised and hurting.
A man with little hair and fewer manners sat on the front bench. Igraine didn't know him and certainly had no wish to become acquainted. He was rude, stank of stale old sweat, oxen and horses, and it was obvious he
