Nevertheless, the horses still took priority.
I scanned the horizon like everyone else, looking for any sign of a threat. The tension was enough to make my heart race and my stomach knot. She was no longer dawdling on an ordinary trip, now she was in deadly earnest.
We rode hard, Keekai setting a swift pace. I turned and got back on my horse without saying another word. "Mount."Īpparently Iften the Boar had a limit of polite conversation, and it had been reached. "Does it fit? Can you move?" I rolled my shoulders and moved my arms in a circle. Iften frowned at me, not pleased at his little disclosure. "You were?" I turned, surprised at that bit of information. "Why not, since I was almost one of them." Iften spoke absently as he tightened the strap. "You get along well with the warrior-priests, better than anyone else."
If he was going to act decently, so could I. I stood in silence as he worked, tugging at my armor. "Oh." I turned and stood as Iften arranged the straps. The weight will not be a problem, and it will provide more protection." The tattooed man waited patiently until Iften was ready for the item. The warrior-priest approached, as Iften dug in his saddlebags, and waited to hand the shield to Iften. I got off my horse, but I was in no mood to deal with his rudeness. "Dark Clouds, do you still have that spare shield?" Iften turned back to me. "One thing more." Iften dismounted, and called out to one of the younger warrior-priests. "Your Guardian is right." Keekai moved her horse close on my other side. I sat back up, adjusting my armor, and gave him a withering look. "The horse is trained to run, if we are attacked and you lay flat like this. "You must be low, less of a target." Iften removed his hand. I grunted, trying to press myself further down. Iften rose in his saddle and reached over to press at the base of my spine. Greatheart stirred beneath me, turning his head to look at what I was doing. I tried it, laying down on Greatheart's back, trying to mimic his actions. "If we are attacked by archers, do this." He lay down the length of his horse, his body pressed tight along the horse's spine, his face almost buried in the horse's mane. I turned, and lifted an eyebrow at Iften in surprise. I looked around to find Keekai not far, mounting her own horse. The camp was abuzz around us, as the last tents were taken down and packed. When he was satisfied, he mounted as well. He walked around Greatheart, checking the various straps that made up the tack.
Iften frowned at me from the ground, took my satchel, and secured it to my saddlebags. I nodded, and tried to mount with some grace.
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