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A few hours later, Gilan and Halt sat beside a small campfire. A black pot full of yam soup was cooking over the fire. The smell was becoming irresistible and Gilan was licking his lips in anticipation.
Halt reached into his pack and pulled out two small bowls and filled them with generous amounts of the orange-looking, delicious soup. He handed a bowl to Gilan and also handed him a spoon.
"Eat up, boy," Halt began "you need some meat on those bones."
As much as Gilan liked Halt, he couldn't help but scowl at the Ranger. But soon, his hunger overpowered him and he looked away to eat his soup. Halt looked away and also began to eat. A small smile formed in the corners of his mouth.
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After the soup was finished and the tents had been pitched, Gilan finally broke the silence.
"Are you going to take me back to my Father, tomorrow?" he asked.
Gilan had been slightly confused when back at the clearing Halt had pointed to a hidden path instead of the Castle Caraway. But, Gilan hadn't protested. He had wanted to go wherever Halt went.
"I'm better off keeping you. Someone has to put some meat on those bones," he told Gilan without a smile.
At first, Gilan had thought it was a joke, but with Halt you really can never be certain.
When Gilan looked back at Halt he found the Ranger entering his gray and green tent that matched his mottled cloak. Gilan shrugged and entered his own tent. Rangers were highly interesting, albeit confusing people.
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The following morning, Gilan awoke and found Halt wide awake and preparing breakfast-- bacon and coffee.
"'Morning Halt," Gilan greeted the Ranger.
Halt grunted in reply. Gilan shook his head. Halt's humdrum personality was really beginning to annoy the tall, high-spirited boy.
Gilan sat down on the dirt found and accepted a cup of coffee from Halt. He slurped it down quickly and before he knew it, he had finished it. He sighed but then got an idea.
"Where are we going?" Gilan asked.
"Castle Redmount," Halt answered.
"How long 'till we get there?"
"Two days."
"Who is the Battlemaster there, Halt?"
"Sir Rodney."
"And the Baron?"
"Baron Arald."
Gilan nodded. He had met these men in his life, but he didn't remember where they were from. With fifty fiefs it was hard for the young boy to keep track of everyone.
"How--" Gilan began again.
"You ask too many questions, boy," Halt interrupted.
Gilan closed his mouth quickly. He chewed on his bottom lip, but his curiosity got the better of him and he opened his mouth... but this time he had a plan.
"Can I ask one more question?"
"No."
"Please?"
"There, that was your question. And my answer is 'no'."
"But!"
Halt glared at the boy and Gilan stopped his protest. He glared back at Halt. This Ranger had foiled his plan. He foiled the plan faster than Gilan could even get it started. Back at the castle this plan worked every time... but now... Gilan was very, very confused.
Halt wasn't the person Gilan had first thought he was.
A/N: Guys, I haven't really thanked all of you for reviewing and reading my story. You have no idea how much it means to me. Well, you fellow authors may have an idea (ha ha!). I just needed to thank you for everything! THIS IS FOR YOU!!