Hadrin rang the waybell after they crossed the bridge.
The note traveled ahead of the carts, clear enough that Rod expected it to fade in the open air. Instead, it seemed to gather beneath the trees. A quieter answer came from somewhere to their right.
The keeper listened, raised one hand, and led them away from the road Rod had been watching.
"This turn."
A narrow opening became apparent between two trunks. Rod could have passed it a dozen times without choosing it. Now he saw wheel marks in the leaf litter and a low branch trimmed to clear a loaded cart.
The drivers followed without surprise.
Hadrin had brought a station worker to handle his cart, leaving him free to guide. Reedbank's delivery followed behind. Senn accompanied it as far as the lower junction, where he would turn toward the household's own route home.
