One of the korrigan elders, a bearded man in practical woolens over a blue silk waistcoat came up to join Cadugan. He bowed. “I’m Tiernoc, elected leader for the journey for my folk.” He offered his hand up to George.
George didn’t dismount because he wanted the height to help direct the crowd, so he bowed low over his saddle to shake hands with the korrigan—very low, since Tiernoc was less than five feet tall.
“Are the two of you the leaders of everyone here, for now?” George asked.
“That’s right,” Tiernoc said, and Cadugan nodded.
“How many are you, including everyone?”
“Twenty-two fae,” Cadugan said.
“And seventeen of my folk,” Tiernoc added.
“Alright, here’s the situation. We can’t put you up at the inn because it’s full with other snowbound travelers, and you’re too many to jus
