All Chapters of Your Grace, I’d Rather Have Firewood Than Flowers: Chapter 11

After sweeping the loading shelter and returning the key at noon as promised, Sara went with Mika to Dorn’s warehouse. Crates were being carried through the gate one after another, and a man was spreading gravel into wet wheel ruts. On a map it was a shortcut. Here, it was someone’s workplace.“Could you let one cart of firewood through tomorrow morning? I’d like to ask about the conditions and any fee.”Summoned by the caretaker, Dorn spoke first to the man tamping down the gravel, then turned to Sara.“Our own goods go out tomorrow morning. We haven’t room to let another cart in among them. I’ve let that driver through before, but this was never a road I promised he could use whenever he liked.”“What about before loading begins, or after it’s finished? I can ask the carrier whether we can adjust our time.”“We have preparations beforehand, and the next goods come in af