"I would not wish to lead you down it," he agreed.

Buying a home, owning property, it sounded far too extravagant for his tastes. If they were to settle, an arrangement like this was far preferable; somewhere away from prying eyes with all they could need surrounding them.

Nibbling on some pumpkin seeds between spoonfuls of soup, the Medicine Seller gave a small nod of affirmation at Arthur's suggestion.

"That sounds more than agreeable. I am sure Buell will enjoy the trip as well."

He made a mental note to get the horse some treats as he finished his lunch, and stretched languidly. For all that he trekked over hill and dale and moor with that box strapped to his back, it was chores like laundry that always left his muscles sore.