"Ugg," breathed Murtagh as he fell at out bed. "Sunrise all ready? Man, I have got to get used to this."
Murtagh slowly crept over to the wardrobe and pulled out his clothes. He quickly slipped them on. He grabbed his boots on the way out, and began to walk, and put his boots on, at the same time.
When he finally reached the stables, Tornac was waiting on him.
"Not so easy getting up, is it?" laughed Tornac.
"Uh no" whispered Murtagh, still half asleep.
"Well," started Tornac, "We are going to give your lovely horse a week's rest. How old is he again?"
"Um, he was born when I was five, I started riding him when I was seven, so, he is nine years old? Yeah, nine years." breathed Murtagh.
"Well then this horse is pretty old." said Tornac.
"Yes sir he is." whispered Murtagh.
"Anyway, let me tell you what we will be doing today," started Tornac, "First we will ride, oh, and by the way, the mare's name is Silvermoon. Where was I, oh yes, riding. Anyhow, we will ride. Then we will have sword drills. Then I shall take you on a grand tour of the city. Then we shall stop and take a break. Finally, you and I shall close the city's great doors. Did you catch all of that?" asked Tornac?
"Oh, yes sir." said Murtagh, jumping to his feet.
"Well then, let us ride." said Tornac as he jumped onto his horse.