Jenny: Time

The Guttersnipe turned her mount toward the stream and rocked with the colt's uneven advances down the bank into the water. Fish darted away in every direction; frogs catapulted off their rocks into the muddied water. On the other side she bent to her horse's jolting leaps up the far bank, looking over her shoulder to be sure Domitia knew to move with her mount and not sit like a rock in one place.

"Two weeks," she replied vaguely. "I don't really know where we are. Two, maybe three. And Gwenhyfar has clothing. Don't worry." She pointed back upstream. "Let's go back this way and put the horses up. I still have things to pack yet."