Chapter Forty-EightThe weather during Maeve's two-day journey from Dar to Thage was as blissfully calm as the merych she rode. The grey steed—a mare by the name of Hilly, according to Mizar—accepted her alien burden with no objections.
Because the three-merych cart that carried the rest of Mizar's family could not travel quickly over the muddy roads, she and the High Mage had to settle for a slow pace, which suited Maeve just fine. She passed the hours by engaging in casual conversation with Mizar. When the caravan had to stop so they could eat or rest, Maeve entertained the children by reading to them. All present thoroughly enjoyed the story of Robin of Loxley, who would achieve literary immortality under the appellation Robin Hood. It continued to amaze Maeve just how similar modern-da
