
Wandering timeline
The road in order — as far as the stories agree.
Creative interpretation
Childhood in Cinderwick
Story-time: long ago
Milo grows up carrying oil for his grandmother's lamp-round. Learns the central lesson: the dark is heavier when you think nobody lit a lamp for you.
The fourteenth winter
Story-time: long ago
Gran dies. The lamp-round goes to another. Milo takes her brass lantern and walks past the last lit lamp at the edge of town — and keeps walking.
The apprentice years
Story-time: early wandering
Brief apprenticeships: a tinker (mending), a beekeeper (patience), a retired pirate (knots). "I am," Milo says, "the world's least employable expert in three unrelated fields."
The first crossroads lantern
Story-time: early wandering
He leaves Ember burning on a milestone at a fork in the Hollow Road — the first of hundreds. The custom spreads without him.
The storm on the Saltway
Story-time: some years past
Carries a lost child six miles through a storm, telling a story with no ending until they reach a lit door. The story finally gets its ending years later (see Bedtime tales).
The Lantern Cairn
Story-time: some years past
Begins (and denies beginning) the cairn of unlit lanterns on the Saltway. Receives the note from S.: "you got me home."
The winter in Brambleford
Story-time: three winters past
Snowed in; stays a whole winter. Mends the ferry-boat, teaches Wren to read maps, is offered the lamp-round permanently. Walks on at the thaw — but keeps coming back.
The magpie's toll
Story-time: two summers past
Admires a magpie's nest for ten minutes; receives a button. The button joins the satchel. The magpie joins the legend.
The shuttered house of Thornwall
Story-time: last full-moon season
Knocks with tea. The mapmaker draws again. The house is lit for the festival.
The road home
Story-time: the latest telling
Called back to Cinderwick to relight the lamps. Trains two apprentices. Leaves at dawn — the lamps stay lit behind him.
Now
Story-time: always
Somewhere on the Hollow Road, probably. The lantern's lit. There's always room for one more.