Eight days. That’s how long I’ve walked. My feet are tired and the muscles in my legs ache, but I persevere. It’s not much farther.
The weather has been on my side the entire way. Has the Vasilissa stabilized it for my sake? I shake my head. That’s an incredibly vain thought. She would never interfere with something that important unless absolutely necessary.
It’s the end of the hot season, and eight days of continuous heat and clear skies isn’t unheard of. Yellow spots have started to appear on the leaves, but the rains should be awhile away. For some time, I’ve recognized several of the landmarks the Vasilissa’s Map Master told me about before my departure.
I stopped at The Rearing Bear Inn for a meal yesterday but declined the room they offered me for free, even though they informed
