CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Ros grinned up at our flying friends. “You guys wouldn’t mind flying us to the ends of the kingdom, would you?” One of the owls snapped its beak at him. He gave the creature a sheepish grin. “It was just an honest question.”
Our owl friends flew us over many fields, and I began to spot a road that wound its way through the rolling hills. The path was two carts wide, and I noticed a great deal of traffic moving in both directions.
I caught Ros’ eye and pointed at the road. “What’s that?”
“The Grand Course,” he shouted back as we sped past a carriage with four horses. “It’s the main road out of Mavros, and not one we want to take.”
I lifted an eyebrow. “Why not?”
“Too many eyes.” He looked up at the owls. “We want the Hind Highway!”
The owls rolled their
