The wagon had six numbered places.
Felix admired that.
After three days of documents that meant something different depending on who held them, a painted number seemed an honest achievement.
Seth Combe, the carrier, slapped the side rail.
“Six passengers. Bedding under the rear cover. Small baggage on the rack. We leave at the second afternoon bell.”
“And reach the receiving house before dark?”
“In this wagon.”
Felix checked the written route against Lyra’s instructions. Neutral lodging outside estate authority, meals agreed, an inquiry contact expecting the family. He had a departure slot, a driver and a list.
