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Soft rain gradually soaked through cloaks and dampened the travellers’ hair until cold little rivulets found their way down their necks. With heads hung low, their horses trudged their way doggedly along the miles of muddy, gravelly road. The sky had been a heavy grey for hours but gradually even that meagre light was fading.
Orolan swung round in the saddle and surveyed the huddled group of misery behind him. “Not long now. There is a wayfarers’ inn up over that next rise. It takes all travellers, no questions asked and no information passed. But I’ll send Mac ahead just to check it out. Can’t afford to take chances with you or us. No one must know of your flight.” A flash of white in the gloom signalled his effort at an encouraging smile as one of his men detached himself from the g
