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From Thunderlord Chapter 7
They went slowly, for the horses were still fatigued from
the long, hard climb the day before. The trail dipped, less steeply now,
winding as it followed the contour of the mountainside. The land here was still
rugged, but from time to time, glimpses revealed softly-rounded hills covered
with forest and open meadows that marked the sites of fires from years ago. The
trail widened, but did not branch. Edric began to worry that they would have
gone too far before he found a credible excuse for leaving the company. He was
relieved when Francisco called a halt in a little open space, a crossroads of
sorts. To each side, patches of hardy mountain grasses grew between clumps of low,
wind-twisted brush. Two smaller paths diverged from the main road, but neither
showed any sign of recent traffic.
“We’ll rest here and let the horses forage,” the captain
said, dismounting.
“But should we not press on?” came Dom Ruyven’s plaintive voice. “The day is still fine – why do we
tarry?”
“My lord, the horses have been working hard on short
rations. If we wish them to carry us all the way to — to our destination, we
must allow them to recover their strength.” Without waiting for an answer,
Francisco set about loosening his girth, hobbling his horse, and slipping off
the bridle. His men proceeded to do the same, as did Alayna, who jumped down
without any help.
Edric, having left his own horse to browse, walked over to
where Alayna had spread her cloak on a flat stone and sat, face tilted to the
sun, eyes closed. Francisco had set up rotation of sentry duty, taking one of
the first positions himself, and Dom Ruyven
was nowhere to be seen, presumably attending to private matters behind one of
the taller bushes.
“How fare you, damisela?”
Edric asked, relieved to see the color in her cheeks.
“In body, much better now that we are over the pass,” she
answered. “In mind…there is no help for it, is there? I cannot rescue my
sister, although she certainly would come after me, were our positions
reversed. It is so unfair! You see
what terrible manners I have – it is all her fault, you know, and she would
tease me for saying so. There! There is your proof that I’m doing better, for I
would not have prattled such nonsense a day ago.”
“No, I don’t think you would have.”
“Will you not sit beside me? The sun is very pleasant,
although tonight is likely to be just as cold as before.”
Edric could not restrain himself from grinning. “I hardly
think your guardian would approve.” He sat down.
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