Iven put Sera’s invitation into the westbound carrier’s hand before climbing onto the cart.
The carrier checked the address, the forwarding station and the paid road fee. If the normal journey held, the letter would reach Stonewake in about twenty-one days.
The six hundred and fourteenth.
Iven noticed the date and thought of the outpost’s care account.
Different journeys could arrive at the same morning without becoming the same problem.
He tucked the receipt away.
Cora was already in the cart with a roll of inspection sheets. Kesh sat beside the driver. Elian stood in the yard arguing gently with a man who had brought him a map showing the lower settlement as empty land.
“It was in the current folder,” the man said.
