George came into the conservatory from the outside with Mag for the afternoon council session and found the tables lined up again into a longer line, a return to the impromptu council table of the day before. He was the last to arrive.
He took a seat next to Rhodri who still looked unwell. “How are you feeling?”
Rhodri glared at him, then winced. “You say this does wear off, right?”
“Sure,” he said, confidently. Privately he was worried.
Rhys asked Cadugan to report on the sorting out of travelers from the morning.
“Every one of them has been properly assigned to a village and a dwelling, in some cases to a shop or workshop. Most of them have started on the final leg of their journey, and the remainder will travel tomorrow.”
“All of them?” Rhys asked, incredulous.
“All of them,” Cad
