“I suppose you’ll want to ride from here,” Lana said.
“The hill is high,” Ailfrans said.
Lana followed the girl down from her palanquin and had her horse brought up to her. The guards sent to be their escort relaxed as Lana slipped atop her blue horse and settled herself. The military train was moving once again, rounding about the stopped group in the middle of the road before sloping down the ridge the road ran along to proceed. One driver lost control of his cart that then flipped end over end, rolling to the bottom of the ridge and spilling its load of weapons and bagged grain into the dirt.
Ailfrans removed his lead horse from his own cart and brought it round to join the others waiting. Before mounting, he made special care to settle his jagged sword into a sheath that ran off of
