Sorry, for those who don't also read randomling's house, I've come down with a bad case of the pregnants.
the main effects at the moment seem to be morning noon and night sickness and incredible lethargy... and an inability to take the most effective medicines when I get headaches.
but I return to move the plot.
The feilds are laid out in a fairly orderly fashion, and the mountain range can still be clearly seen to mark south, so it is not difficult to move off the main road and not lose your way. The going is not as fast obviously, but you avoid trouble for two days in this fashion. [assumption ahead, correct if neccassary] When Rinaldo sneaks back to the road on occasion, he sees a greatly increased traffic and hears wild and contridictory rumours about the whereabouts of the people's beloved princess.
On the night of the second day after the kidnapping, the small group is again sheltering for the night in a small farm outbuilding. As Persephone whiles away her watch with a comprehensive list of the ways she would feel better with a bath, she is shocked as the dor flies open. rather than admiting armed men, however, a small figure runs in and closes the door as quickly as it opened. Seph gets the impression of a small figure, a halfling or a human child perhaps, and a dirty tear stained face which turns white with fright upon seeing her. the figure turns back to the door, then stops frozen in fear and indecisions, before collapsing to the ground crying. "Please don't hurt me, please don't...." The pathetic quaking figure, the sorceress is now sure, is a human child, but its gender and exact age are indistinguishabe under the torn rags, mud and what may be blood....