We then rode on the supply carriage at the rearmost part of the convoy. Inside, there were many packs that looked like flour, neatly arranged in stacks. There were also meats, fruits, and even vegetables.
We rearranged the stacks of flour to make space for us to sit.
"Let's move!" the voice of a man giving orders rang out, and the carriage started moving.
It was quite a bumpy ride. Every time we hit a rough patch, my head would bump against the side of the carriage. Still, it was much better than walking.
After a few minutes, I heard soft snoozing and saw Linus already asleep, his eyes covered by his robe.
"How can he sleep so easily in a carriage that moves like this?" Bob also noticed him, sounding a little jealous that Linus had managed to fall asleep.
