Traveling with frequent stops along the way, over a month slipped by in no time.
Strictly speaking, there was no need for it to take so long. Lina Riley couldn't fathom The Princess Royal's thinking—why, at every town they passed, she insisted on pausing for two days before moving on. Initially, it had all sounded urgent.
But at last, they arrived. The air was much drier, and the sun overhead beat down fiercely. Lina drank deeply from the flask at her waist before she felt any better.
Her face felt sticky. She worried about the thin, waterproof mask they were wearing. While it was breathable enough, sweating too much could give them away.
She settled into a patch of shade, pondering how best to arrange a meeting with Willa Langley. She had already mentioned it to The Princess Royal, who agreed.
Before long, a folding fan was tossed her way. She caught it reflexively and looked up to see Blanche Quinn.