A rider in a herald’s coat approached the party as they continued north out of the village of Wolsey, just a few days past Hunningdon. William smiled when he recognized the livery – a white bull’s head on a brown field.
“Your Grace, Lord William, I bring greetings from your faithful friend Lord Bullwythe! I have been set to watch for your passing these past several days as his lordship has information that bears directly upon your quest. As you are so close, he hopes you will take time to hear him, rest your mounts and re-provision before you continue.”
“We would be most honored. You may lead if you like, but I know the way well, sir.” William turned to the group and said, “Lord Bullwythe is a friend of long standing and a short rest for our mounts may aid us far more than continuing forward at our current pace. Besides, we stole a march with the aid of the Fey.” Everyone turned their mounts to follow a well-travelled track across well-maintained fields and headed towards Bulldon.