Prior to her going off on her own, Cara told me that I would have two or three days of easy travel and then would reach a friendly town where I could replinish supplies before continuing north. She was right. Aristotle, my horse, and I made our way through lightly wooded, rolling hills and across flowered meadows. A stream of fresh, pure water was our guide and quenched our thirst. On the third day, we drew near a large and colorful town, just as Cara had said. Model