Chapter Twelve
The weather was cold and drizzly the entire way to . Add to that, the terrain gradually became more hilly, which made for some difficulty in getting the heavily loaded wagons up the steeper parts of the roadway, slowing down their progress. Along the route, conversation was sparse, if at all.
Lucien said nothing about his uneasiness, which continued to gnaw at him during the trek. With his parents in close proximity, especially his mother with her hearing, he didn’t dare. Even if he’d felt like it or wanted to, asked for reduced noise as the miles went by.
“Don’t forget that these are not just . They’re also , which means they’ll be aware of us approaching long before we see or hear them,” the battle lord explained in a soft voice.
“How will we know if is safe?” ask
