He looked at her admiringly. “I think I’ll have you do all our travel planning. You’ve thought of everything.”
Maëlys excused herself to change clothes and, George expected, soak away some of her unaccustomed exertions on pony-back.
Alun brought bread and cheese from the kitchen, along with hot cider, and took it into the study. Cyledr followed him closely as if physically pulled along by the aromatic scent of cinnamon and apple.
George joined Angharad and Cyledr in the study room and took a mug of hot cider from Alun. “Where do you all get cinnamon?” he asked.
“It’s another import, of course,” Angharad said. “Much easier to buy from the human world than from our old channels to the far east.”
“Yes, I imagine so. These things are so familiar to me I forget how exotic they must seem he
