Chapter 549: Between the Trees
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Chapter 549: Between the Trees
Between the Trees
Martel did not know whether to stare at Eleanor or the two horses. "I don't know how to ride," he told her, dropping his pack on the ground that he might cross his arms.
"You are a prefect, and it is time you learn. This is the perfect opportunity." She opened his pack and stuffed the contents into a saddlebag.
"But the post riders need these horses. You know, to ride with the post." Martel looked around as if he might spot one of them to bolster his argument.
"They can spare two. Come on, into the saddle."
With some difficulty, Martel got one foot into the stirrup and swung himself up. He nearly overshot, but managed to stop himself and get into the saddle.
Eleanor handed over his staff. "See? That was no trouble at all."
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"Everything hurts." They had decided to make camp for the night, having travelled for a full day. Martel felt sore to the point where just the thought of sitting down sent tingles of pain through him.
"Surely not everything." Eleanor gave him an overbearing look. "You will be fine. It just takes a little getting used to."
***
The forest continued to be quiet. At least in comparison to an army camp. The occasional rustle of leaves or flapping of wings did not seem like noise, but more like the music that might be heard in the background of an emotional scene in a theatre play, like the reunion of the hero and the heroine.
Martel looked at Eleanor's sleeping form. He should be keeping watch in every other direction, from where danger might actually appear, but he used his magical sense now and then instead, being a more reliable method of vigilance than his eyes. It told him of nothing but birds in branches and woodland creatures scurrying about.
Other than their brief trip into the wetlands collecting herbs, this was the first time they had been truly alone. A full day's journey between them and any other people. He imagined if, rather than an exception, this was every day. The two of them, travelling where they saw fit. No orders or commanders, no patrols or skirmishes, no cares or concerns other than which destination they might choose for their travels. With his skills in enchanting and alchemy, and all their magical powers between them, he did not imagine they would ever want for much.
He released his breath, letting his thoughts leave him as well. He had twenty years of service ahead of him while she had only five. Martel did not know what would happen, but he doubted her father would accept that she continued as protector, wasting her talents in the Tenth. A life awaited her in Morcaster, along with her family and a betrothal; all things that Martel had no part of. Days like today were rare, and they would not last, he knew that. All he could do was appreciate them when they happened.
***
As the moon reached its position above a certain tree, Martel reached out and gently shook Eleanor awake. "Hm? Oh, is it my turn?" she asked with a sleepy voice.
"It is. No sign of visitors other than an owl hunting for supper. Try not to look like a tasty mouse."
"I shall do my best, though you ask much of me."
Grunting in response, Martel carefully arranged himself on his side; despite any discomfort, he fell asleep soon after.
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Chapter 549: Between the Trees
Between the Trees
Martel did not know whether to stare at Eleanor or the two horses. "I don't know how to ride," he told her, dropping his pack on the ground that he might cross his arms.
"You are a prefect, and it is time you learn. This is the perfect opportunity." She opened his pack and stuffed the contents into a saddlebag.
"But the post riders need these horses. You know, to ride with the post." Martel looked around as if he might spot one of them to bolster his argument.
"They can spare two. Come on, into the saddle."
With some difficulty, Martel got one foot into the stirrup and swung himself up. He nearly overshot, but managed to stop himself and get into the saddle.
Eleanor handed over his staff. "See? That was no trouble at all."
***Read latest chapters at nov(e)lbin.com Only
"Everything hurts." They had decided to make camp for the night, having travelled for a full day. Martel felt sore to the point where just the thought of sitting down sent tingles of pain through him.
"Surely not everything." Eleanor gave him an overbearing look. "You will be fine. It just takes a little getting used to."
***
The forest continued to be quiet. At least in comparison to an army camp. The occasional rustle of leaves or flapping of wings did not seem like noise, but more like the music that might be heard in the background of an emotional scene in a theatre play, like the reunion of the hero and the heroine.
Martel looked at Eleanor's sleeping form. He should be keeping watch in every other direction, from where danger might actually appear, but he used his magical sense now and then instead, being a more reliable method of vigilance than his eyes. It told him of nothing but birds in branches and woodland creatures scurrying about.
Other than their brief trip into the wetlands collecting herbs, this was the first time they had been truly alone. A full day's journey between them and any other people. He imagined if, rather than an exception, this was every day. The two of them, travelling where they saw fit. No orders or commanders, no patrols or skirmishes, no cares or concerns other than which destination they might choose for their travels. With his skills in enchanting and alchemy, and all their magical powers between them, he did not imagine they would ever want for much.
He released his breath, letting his thoughts leave him as well. He had twenty years of service ahead of him while she had only five. Martel did not know what would happen, but he doubted her father would accept that she continued as protector, wasting her talents in the Tenth. A life awaited her in Morcaster, along with her family and a betrothal; all things that Martel had no part of. Days like today were rare, and they would not last, he knew that. All he could do was appreciate them when they happened.
***
As the moon reached its position above a certain tree, Martel reached out and gently shook Eleanor awake. "Hm? Oh, is it my turn?" she asked with a sleepy voice.
"It is. No sign of visitors other than an owl hunting for supper. Try not to look like a tasty mouse."
"I shall do my best, though you ask much of me."
Grunting in response, Martel carefully arranged himself on his side; despite any discomfort, he fell asleep soon after.
Chapter 549: Between the TreesBetween the TreesMartel did not know whether to stare at Eleanor or the two horses. "I don't know how to ride," he told her, dropping his pack on the ground that he might cross his arms."You are a prefect, and it is time you learn. This is the perfect opportunity." She opened his pack and stuffed the contents into a saddlebag."But the post riders need these horses. You know, to ride with the post." Martel looked around as if he might spot one of them to bolster his argument."They can spare two. Come on, into the saddle."With some difficulty, Martel got one foot into the stirrup and swung himself up. He nearly overshot, but managed to stop himself and get into the saddle.Eleanor handed over his staff. "See? That was no trouble at all."***Read latest chapters at novelbin.com Only"Everything hurts." They had decided to make camp for the night, having travelled for a full day. Martel felt sore to the point where just the thought of sitting down sent tingles of pain through him."Surely not everything." Eleanor gave him an overbearing look. "You will be fine. It just takes a little getting used to."***The forest continued to be quiet. At least in comparison to an army camp. The occasional rustle of leaves or flapping of wings did not seem like noise, but more like the music that might be heard in the background of an emotional scene in a theatre play, like the reunion of the hero and the heroine.Martel looked at Eleanor's sleeping form. He should be keeping watch in every other direction, from where danger might actually appear, but he used his magical sense now and then instead, being a more reliable method of vigilance than his eyes. It told him of nothing but birds in branches and woodland creatures scurrying about.Other than their brief trip into the wetlands collecting herbs, this was the first time they had been truly alone. A full day's journey between them and any other people. He imagined if, rather than an exception, this was every day. The two of them, travelling where they saw fit. No orders or commanders, no patrols or skirmishes, no cares or concerns other than which destination they might choose for their travels. With his skills in enchanting and alchemy, and all their magical powers between them, he did not imagine they would ever want for much.He released his breath, letting his thoughts leave him as well. He had twenty years of service ahead of him while she had only five. Martel did not know what would happen, but he doubted her father would accept that she continued as protector, wasting her talents in the Tenth. A life awaited her in Morcaster, along with her family and a betrothal; all things that Martel had no part of. Days like today were rare, and they would not last, he knew that. All he could do was appreciate them when they happened.***As the moon reached its position above a certain tree, Martel reached out and gently shook Eleanor awake. "Hm? Oh, is it my turn?" she asked with a sleepy voice."It is. No sign of visitors other than an owl hunting for supper. Try not to look like a tasty mouse.""I shall do my best, though you ask much of me."Grunting in response, Martel carefully arranged himself on his side; despite any discomfort, he fell asleep soon after.
