The invitations left on the six hundred and forty-second morning.
Neri had booked the small room beside the cooperative fabrication yard before sealing them. The keeper accepted their deposit, asked how many people they could actually feed and wrote the chosen date without treating the city’s arguments as a reason to forbid a meal.
The ninetieth.
Iven watched the westbound carrier take the packet.
Twenty-one road days would bring the Stonewake letters to the people named inside. Halden’s would continue by the registered Hearth relay. No one had been promised that the whole scattered company could arrive.
Then Iven put his own bag on a pack animal.
Neri checked the strap.
“Different direction?”
