There is something about the coolness of the woods on a hot day that is so refreshing. But Geog mentioned to Dunfallon (and the pixie to us), that it was much too quiet hereabouts. No bird song and hardly a breeze to rustle the leaves.
I had noticed the lack of such sounds in our surroundings too. But was thankful for the absence of those black birds spying on us.
Our focus was drawn elsewhere when Dunfallon discovered a broken down cart a ways off the road. It was the kind farmers use, like those we saw being drawn by the refugees months ago.
Clearly it was no longer usable so I decided we should scour the vicinity for the former owners.
It was Rumble who turned up a human family hidden in a hovel on the opposite side of the road.
With some difficulty I was able to get them to come out. (One sight of Geog and Grimace had them quaking).
Only when we brought out the king’s proclamation did they finally relax.