After a slow, lazy morning, I helped May and Miur pack up what little they'd gotten out of the wagon. Then, with Miur in the driver's seat, May and I took seats on the 'doorstep' on the back of the wagon and we got going. At my call, Poseidon popped his head out of the stream and swam after us. It was just big enough for him to do so.
"I didn't realize there was a trail through here," I said, looking down at thin, black strips in the mossy groundcover.
"If you can call it that," said May. "The cloak I mentioned is just behind the door."