The Lore Mistress started the procession. Lidia knew how to drive a wagon at 12 -13 years old was in charge of hauling everything to the general store, neighboring farms, and would accompany her brothers to the keep. She had been to the kitchens if the lord's manor to deliver food for his grand feats. He mother was a wet nurse and would be gone months at a time. Lidia was in charge of her siblings so she felt at home with the other students. They were adults and would be nice to have good conversation. Lore Mistress could tell a good yarn.<br/><br/>Her thoughts would turn back to the team and they kept a steady clip-clop in sink and snort and twitched their ears. Lidia watched Jared's wagon and every so often whistled like a nightingale, or cup her right hand over her mouth and make a woo woo sound. If Jared needed to go more left or right. Nod his head down and she call whippoorwill, whippoorwill. She was taking her last bite of muffin as they began to form a circle. She heat the coffee in her mug to stay awake.<br/><br/>Lidia pulled parking brake and hiked her skirt as she climbed down. She placed stop blocs behind wheel unhitched the team. She met up with Llyr and began to help him. They pinned in the pigs first into a split rail fence three feet high; so everyone would not keel over from stench. The chickens could be kept in the red wagons.  The horse tackle was hung from the wagons. The horses were corralled in the circle, tied to the inner- facing side, of the right side wagons.<br/><br/>After the animals were taken cared of, Lidia approached Garth and Jared, "Me not tell'n wat to do. Ya does ta soldier'n. Does ya needs people put n strategic places for River and menfolk? Me be most rested, an yas both pooped n done-n fur ta night. Yas gotta be rested ta fight, always. Me gonna take first watch.