Wednesday, June 11, 1650
The journey to Ingolstadt is relatively uneventful. Upon leaving the North Gate of Dachau, Delfig takes note that the gutted gatehouse, which he has not seen in more than a month, is filled with activity, the interior cleaned out, a pile of burnt refuse stacked nearby, laborers with brushes cleaning the stone, fresh wood piled nearby, several saw pits and the sounds of hammering. Apparently, steps are being taken to make the gatehouse more defensible, and the outlay for a tower has been started next to it.
It is mostly downhill to Ingolstadt, forcing the horses to take it slowly. The countryside is gently hilly, with thick forests broken by places where the land has been tilled. There are numbers of pig herders - quite a few in fact, and the road is consistently busy. You may speak to a few passersby, but these are farmers, or peddlars, and no one of note.
The bridge across the Danube and into Ingolstadt is immense, with a center built of wood, and large enough to allow a 20’ wide barge to pass beneath it. Three wagons could easily pass side by side. Ingolstadt is, naturally, a wall town - and to cross the bridge, you will have to pay the normal town fee (there is no other way to cross the Danube at this point.
You hear tell that Ingolstadt was the first city to hold back the Swedes during the Great 30 Years War.