“Just tell him I stayed on through the ride. I rolled the rest of the way out of the stream and pulled my legs up close to me. “You stayed on through the ride and fell off when she stopped? Cregan’s going to laugh all night about that.”
She stopped to get a drink of water and I fell off.” “As it so happens, a prince will often ride on horseback.” “Princes ride in carriages, not on horseback,” I said. “I told Conner he’s a fool to consider using you as his prince.” Most of it was a blur in my mind, so I didn’t bother answering.
“There you are,” he said, sounding more relieved than angry. Mott cantered over and slid off his horse. The water was cold and my legs had gone numb long ago, but numb was preferable to the ache I’d felt before. He found me lying on the bank of the river, legs half submerged in the water. If it had been Cregan, he’d have likely beaten the last of my strength from me as punishment. I had hoped it would be Mott who found me. “The devils have you, Sage, answer me! Where are you?” He was on horseback and carried a lantern. They weren’t close enough to hear me, so there was no point in using up what little energy I had left.įinally, Mott passed close enough that I could see him through the trees. It was nearly dark before I heard them calling for me. And I was on a horse running so fast that if I fell off, I was facing more than a few broken bones. Cregan was left with the reality that by the time he got a horse to follow me, I’d be long gone. Somewhere behind us, Cregan yelled for me to come back, but Windstorm was on a full gallop to freedom. I ducked in time to avoid the worst of it, though some of the smaller branches scraped my shoulders as we passed beneath them. Windstorm headed directly for a tree, as if she knew the low-hanging limb could knock me off. I yelped and held on as she pulled free of Cregan’s control and we sprinted away. Maybe Roden and Tobias were too it was hard to tell with the world jostling around me. Behind me, Cregan was laughing boisterously. She bucked twice, and I managed to hold on only because it entertained the devils to help me do it. Windstorm took off with a fury at her feet, throwing me hard against the curve of the saddle. “And Windstorm is a she.” With a laugh, he slapped the horse on the backside. “You should be used to that,” Cregan said. The horse bucked and I had to grip tightly to stay in the saddle. “You’ll fall off so quickly, I wouldn’t even have time to get into a saddle.” He steadied the horse while I climbed on.
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