Caelum
Three more days to Ashenveil.
I knew the road completely, from long repetition. Every landmark and waystation and river crossing had been committed to memory across more journeys than I had bothered to count. We would arrive at my keep in three more days at this pace, two if I pushed. I would not push. The horses needed to pace themselves and the women needed — managing.
I looked at the carriage.
The curtain was drawn. It had been drawn since we left the last inn, which meant either they were sleeping or they were talking. Either way they were not attempting to escape, which was a small mercy. The shadow guard rode at the carriage’s corners with practiced invisibility. They had been doing this for a long time. Aldric rode at the left lead, the only human in our peculiar party, w
