Tim was immensely relieved, feeling well rested by the next morning, that Garm was as anxious as he to take another journey to meet the elves.
Also Garm's wife wanted him to go with Tim, being quite sure that doing so would somehow bring her daughter Blase back home.
The hybrid caravan, part wagon part boat, they had used before was kept in a barn and regularly greased, oiled and maintained by Garm who had always felt that it might be needed again some day.
So with very little delay other than the need to pack supplies of food, they set off across the winding mountain trail that would eventually take them into the elven domain.
Tim who had no experience of driving, decided to take another look at his journal and perhaps use it to jot down his thoughts and sketches of the landmarks noted along the way. He had quite given up trying to understand his own diagrams and notes from previous pages.
This wasn't so unusual an experience for someone as prolific as he was, quite often he discovered his old journals and sketch books as a complete and rather pleasant surprise, having completely forgotten their origins.
Garm however was curious about the pages Tim turned without comment.
"So whats that you got there, lad? Looks mechanical does that. Another invention we could maybe build and use? That there laundry made us our fortune in a manner of speaking. Freed up a lot of us to turn our hand to other crafts."
"To be honest Garm I have no idea what all those notes and sketches are about. Maybe I did them at night when woken in a dream as often happens. I cannot make hide nor hair of their purpose, but chances are it may come back to me later."
"You seem to be more settled in your thinking than you were when we first met yesterday. I don't mind telling you that you had me worried maybe there was a malady affecting you that was the reason why you wanted to see them elves again.
Last time when we left I had the notion you weren't pleased at all about what the List Keeper had to say. Nothing of any use, you said, when I asked."
"Did I? That was rude of me, perhaps because I was frustrated and tired at not being enlightened after all we'd gone through what with that island and all."
"Hmmm. I aint forgotten that neither, damned lucky we was that we got away just in time. In fact I was hoping that something bad like them ghasts aint got a hold on my Blase but....well, never mind."
There were volumes left unsaid in the long companionable silences between them as they rode along at a comfortable pace.
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