9. Drive

"What are you waiting for, Will? Start them up!"

Will gulped. "I, uh,"

The truth was that he was scared. The only was he knew how to control horses was actually riding them. Driving a pair attached to a cart, one that was full of his friends, was a very nerve-wracking experience for him.

Horace wacked Will in the back of his head, making him flinch. "Come on Will. Lets go. We have places to be."

Will found a way to cover his nerves. "We don't actually. We are doing absolutely nothing." He grinned, knowing that his friend blushed when the others laughed at him.

"You're lucky I don't hate you anymore, apprentice sneaker."

"That's national hero to you!"

Jenny lat out one last giggle and climbed next to Will. Lowering her voice so she wouldn't be heard over George's overeager taunts at Horace and the knight's rebuttals, she said, "Do you not know how to drive a cart, Will?"

Will blushed and nodded. Jenny smiled reassuringly at him. "It isn't hard. They're not as smart as your Ranger horses, so they won't pick up on any small signals you give. Just click at them to get them to start, and pull on the reins to turn or stop them. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to keep Horace from crushing my meat pies, so that he won't get mad and insult that pony of yours again." With that, she climbed back into the cart with the rest of their friends.

The apprentice Ranger smiled and started the horses, prompting a 'Hallelujah!' from Horace.

Driving, really, was like friendship. It seems hard when you don't know what you're doing, but once you get your bearings, it's as easy as 1-2-3.


Um. I wrote this in about ten minutes. I know the last line is really, really cheesy, but...it's kinda sweet too. And this is set a little bit after The Battle for Skandia.