Here they sang about `tomorrow'
Halt looked over at the place where the main fire would have been and in his mind he was able to see the few rangers that are gifted with cooking starting to prepare the last meal of the day. He blinked and it was gone again.
He was the only one who had returned for this gathering. All of the apprentices were to be assessed by the rangers with gold oakleafs when they came back from information gathering and no one else was able to come. Crowley was buried in paper work, Gil was trying to find information on what the enemy was planning and Will was pretending to be a traitor and find out all of their plans.
It was lonely place, but there was nothing to be done that could solve his dilemma. With a true frown Halt walked back over to Abelard. His horse nudged him comfortingly and the moved over to where Halt's tent was set up.
'I know boy, I know. Nothing has ever been the same since I agreed to take on the gold oakleaf. Why did I ever do that?' he asked and sat down heavily.
It lasted about three minutes before Halt stood up again and started pacing. Abelard snorted and shoved Halt violently with his nose.
You are moping instead of doing nothing about it! Idiot. he said and started walking off.
'Where are you going?' Halt called. 'You're meant to stay with me! Abelard!'
He ran to catch up with his horse and frown when he worked out that his horse was going in the opposite direction to home.
'Well I guess I could help them...' Halt muttered and let Abelard lead the way.