Just as Lina Riley had predicted, the caravan indeed sent someone down to retrieve cargo. Spotting Lina's group safe and sound, one of the escorts eyed them with suspicion.
"You're all… unhurt?"
Neither Lina nor The Princess Royal spoke, and tension thickened. Stepping in, Beatrice Byrd pointed to the deep pool nearby. "We fell into that water—thank goodness it was there, or we'd be done for."
Ivy Dawson chimed in at once. "Yes, Mama, I was so scared!"
Beatrice pulled Ivy into her arms, pretending to cry with fright. Seeing their clothes all soaked, the escort's doubts lessened somewhat. Still, it was obvious her real focus was recovering the goods. Her tone softened. "There's a path up if you head west. It's a bit steep, so mind your footing."