Zaira dose her mentor proud. Even flustered (I do have that effect on people, sadly) she thinks of her duty first.
"Dunadd is a way and the roads in Alba will be congested with fair goers. You'll not make it before Lughnasadh. May I-" Ialach suddenly cries out before I can finish and Aifa jumps out of the cart. A horseman-no horsewomen-and two dogs are galloping down the road the same way as me to Tara.