As good as his word was, Belyn could not help but try to surpass himself. Though they thought they would be in the cellar for a few hours while things were readied, Belyn had them on a sturdy cart filled with the Gods alone knew what within the hour. Although by far from the eldest of their order, Keldron was nevertheless middle-aged, according to the normal ages of man. He had been prepared to argue to the hilt about why he would not ride his rump sore on some bony nag, but when Belyn suggested stealth was better than speed, at least for now, Keldron"s mood lightened incredibly. They had donned some unremarkable cloaks and, with Raoul at the reins, had quietly wound their way through the bustling crowds of the merchants" sector. The crowds parted for the wagon and tied horses, but swallow
