The party joined the Farmington South Road about twenty miles south of the market town. Turning south towards the border they could see the foothills before them, and the mountains rising beyond. It was only mid-day and there was no reason, even with the slow-moving wagon, that they would not reach Laketon before dusk.

It was about five when they came across the road marker saying Laketon was only two miles ahead. The landscape had become hilly, and large lakes could be seen the low-lying spaces between the rises.

They soon came to a wide side road which bore an emblem of a wheat sheath enclosed by a marquise’s crown. It also bore the clear inscription “Lake House.”

Gwen was driving the wagon, and Andrea sat at her side. Luke meanwhile was riding alongside of Uran on Gwen’s grey mare. Andrea looked down at the small map her father had given her, and after a moment’s hesitation, she said, “Here’s where we turn off,” pointing to the sign.

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