"Hmm." Lawrence took only a few and put them into his bag. The rest of the time, he simply watched the father and son pair fill their baskets with freshly harvested herbs until they were full.
The man glanced at Lawrence warily before saying, "We can go now. We've gathered enough."
"Good."
The father and son sat on the small wooden bench right behind the two horses, while Lawrence took a seat on the cart, directly in front of the baskets. The man covered the baskets with a black cloth before they left.
An hour passed, and the carriage remained quiet. Only the sound of hooves hitting the soft, muddy soil could be heard, along with the rattling of the wheels as they were dragged along.
Lawrence closed his eyes and leaned carefully against the baskets covered by the black cloth. Seeing the scary man asleep, the child inched closer to his father and whispered, "Father, who do you think he is? His face feels very familiar."
