They had been on the road for four days when the fairy appeared to Bran. At just before dusk, he had taken it upon himself to lead his horse, as well as his companion’s, off the road to a nice little copse of trees on the side of the road, which would serve as their shelter for the night. In the last half hour there had been a light drizzle, though thankfully it looked like it had stopped for the night. Still both of them...