CHAPTER 36The carriage parked out front of the manor looked like little more than a platform suspended between two large wheels with two benches mounted on top, everything constructed of weathered wood. It was harnessed to a white mare with brown markings whose head extended off the circular dirt path, snacking on the front lawn. A few feet away Sam foraged for something in the grass too.
Mara and Ping approached the carriage, examining it to determine how someone would get in it. The front door of the manor opened, and the other Ping jogged up to them, carrying a large brown bag, its top folded down to function as a handle.
Carefully handing it to his counterpart, he said, “I packed some lunch for the three of you, just in case, since you weren’t sure how long you would be. I would reco
