The next day the sun was shining again as they moved on down the road, Gabe consulting a roughly drawn map, every now and then adding a landmark, to use for directions. For a man who could neither read the written word nor write it, he was surprisingly adept at reading maps.
He was considering it now. Looking from the roll of leather hide to the surrounding area, studying the shapes of trees and rock formations, which way the road led and the way the lake bent.
“We should be arriving at the crossing within the next few hours.” He reported, rolling the map and tying it shut before placing it in his saddlebag.
Alaina frowned. “Crossing?”
“Aye, we catch a ferry across the lake to get to the road that leads to Teeka.”