Chapitre 163: One Hundred and Sixty-Third

On the fourth day of their trip, they arrived at the edge of the river separating the nations.

It was the day they expected to arrive, and while they'd already stopped twice, it was late.

In order to cross the river they'd need a ferry to carry them safely to the other side.

None of them had any skill at all in swimming, or even using a raft.

Neither of which were actually an option for a wagon full of people in the first place.

The ferryman shook his head as he stood outside the wagon.

"I don't take the ferry across the river at night. It's too dangerous. You'll have to come back in the daylight." He crossed his arms over his chest.

"The nearest inn is rather far back in our path." Adrien insists. "Across the river there is an inn to rest at which is much closer. Backtracking would be much further."