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It was Hob, pulling behind him a smaller cart that his father had managed to drag out from the garden shed. Hob himself was wearing all the warm clothes that he could and he had more in his pack, which he wore on his back. On the wagon were a few more blankets, and under them to keep it from freezing, was Hob's bow, another pack, smaller than the one on Hob's back was in the wagon and held as much food, mostly dried, that he'd dare take from his larder, which admittedly wasn't much, but it would still help.
"Hello there Hob!" Hob jumped and looked up, he'd been so intent on just walking, he'd not realised that he'd walked far enough. "I see you've brought your own cart." it was Madoc speaking.
"Good morning Madoc, everyone." he nodded in acknowledgement to everyone and they waved or smiled back. "Yes, but I'm afraid no one's going to be able to sit on it and rest like they can do on yours, which reminds me, I've also brought a couple of spades, I thought they might be useful."
"Good thinking!" said Madoc, surprised that he'd not thought of it himself. "Yes, we may need them if there's a large snowdrift on the road."
"Do you mind if I sit up the with you? Only I think this cart is more for two people to push than just the one." Asked Hob, and he was, of course, allowed to. He climbed up next to Estelle and seemed to sink back into his huge amount of clothing. He sighed and closed his eyes, he'd gotten up far too early this morning because he'd been to nervous to sleep, a little sleep here couldn't hurt.
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