Return 11 pt1

With the rising of the sun, the campsite roused back to full activity. The rest of Ilek had no need to know that sleeping had largely been done in the span between moonset and dawn, with Lysandra keeping watch alone, Madoc back in fur drowsing between circuits of the lot. Kaveri, who had slept earlier, had gone out during that time and returned around the time they rose, a basket on her hip filled with, well, whatever she’d found. The donkeys and Ander had to be fed and watered and their stable cleaned—Kaveri brought them out, with Kieran’s help, to …

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Return 10

Moonrise came without any further word from the self-titled great lady. Tyrel unfastened the belt he always wore hidden under his shirt, the one that held three throwing knives and a small dagger horizontally at his lower back where he could reach them, and left it on the cart. “Try not to let Cissa do anything reckless if this woman suddenly sends a caravan of food or something,” he said to Madoc, with a sigh. Madoc nodded, pawing his own sheathed sica out of the box with one enormous furry mitt before Tyrel could bury it. “You’re planning to change?” …

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Return 9 pt2

(chapter continued from previous post) Outside, Tyrel did one more cursory walk around the edges of the campsite proper, then at Kaveri’s request fetched another pail of water. He didn’t mind washing a few dishes, which mostly was the mugs they were serving soup in. Narcissa insisted that they be well-cleaned with a soap that she provided—she said it was known in Enodia that sharing vessels for food or drink with the ill, even before symptoms began, could lead to falling ill in turn, and the people of Ilek would be vulnerable. Lysandra, before going back into Narcissa’s tent, stopped …

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Return 9 pt1

Lysandra emerged from Narcissa’s tent, escorting a woman with a child of perhaps six or seven years clinging to her hand. “Follow what my lady told you precisely,” Tyrel heard her saying, her voice pitched to the greatest possible reassurance and calm. “And it will heal cleanly. No, she accepts no payment, use it for food instead. Come with me, and we’ll get your son a cup of soup, at least.” That had happened over and over—part of Narcissa’s prescription, for children especially, included at least a small helping of Kaveri’s soup. For Tyrel, the campfire offered a spot to …

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Return 8

Kaveri checked out the setup within Narcissa’s tent, supported by the side of the wagon facing towards the road. A trio of folding stools to sit on, and her worktable which could, with a thick pad of white moonspun over it, double as an examination table. A clever collapsible set of shelves displayed some of her more eye-catching tonics and the like, and the baskets and boxes and chests that held more practical medicines and tools and supplies were arranged neatly out of the way. Floor, four walls, and roof were all a single piece of moonspun, thick enough to …

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