Tuesday, June 3, 1650
The weather continues to be sour, but the except for some drizzle in the morning, it doesn't rain.
The road north from Buchhorn follows a steady climb, and by ten in the morning you pass by Ravensburg, a large, walled town. Soon after, without being certain when, the countryside begins to look familiar - but it not until you reach Biberach-an-der-Riss that you realize that you're back walking on the road you used to leave Germany. At some point they joined, but you're not certain when (there are many forks in the road along the way). You must cross the Riss again, still being 5 c.p. pieces each. I believe that before you were not charged for the animals ... but the carriage this time will be a 5 s.p.
You recognize the hovel where you stayed last time once you are on the other side, 18 days ago. It is about one in the afternoon when you leave Biberach behind, and now you find yourself near the place where previously you were concerned about grimlocks.
It is about that time, about two in the afternoon, when the party sees the white stag, certainly the same as before, walk slowly from the woods to stand at the side of the road. To describe it again: it is quite a large beast, with horns that are, this early in the season, about four points. It is pale white all over. At present, it is about forty yards forward of the party.
Serafina will ask, "What is that?"