True to his word, Gavril showed up the next morning. He had a small cart with a well-cared-for horse to pull it. The animal’s coat shone to the point that Edison wondered if it had been groomed or polished. Cydymaith appeared from nowhere and landed on the wagon, allowing Gavril to pet him.
Looking up from the raven, Gavril grinned at Edison.
“Can’t be a traveler if you don’t have transport. Besides, for my work I need to get supplies that are too heavy to carry. Some of which I get from the town. I thought I’d save you a walk. But you’ll need to be prepared to walk if you can’t afford transport. At least down into the village. The mine sends a cart to bring the men in and home again. Pointless having miners already tired from a walk. The mine needs men fresh.”
“Hmm. Can’t see that I’ll
