CHAPTER 8
George and Thomas Kethin sat their horses at the head of the expedition, just before the sealed end of the Archer’s Way, while Idris and his men went over the long train behind them to make sure everyone was ready. The way wasn’t much wider than a wagon, so the whole group would have to come through more or less in single file.
Gwyn stood with them, though he wasn’t coming. George asked him, “How will you close the door behind us? I won’t be back for at least a few days.”
With a wave of his hand, Gwyn dismissed the concern. “We’ll mount a guard, but I doubt Madog will be coming from this direction, and it doesn’t seem like anyone else can use it, besides you.”
George thought to himself, I suppose he knows what he’s doing. George would be heading the line as way-guide, with Th
