Chapter 5: Impossible
Gwen kept pace with her father and Will as they rode north through the English countryside. She rode silently, her mind too busy wandering back to her earlier conversation with Phillip. Well aware that letting her mind wander was dangerous, especially now, she tried to push thoughts of Phillip to the back of her mind. There was only one problem: He was the reason that she was riding to Scotland.
After three days of hard riding, they arrived in Edinbourough, only to discover that John had gone weeks earlier, headed west to Belfast.
"There is a ferry headed for Belfast within the hour," the dock man informed them as they reached the channel coast.
Gwen crawled off her horse, handing her father the reigns before curling up on a nearby bench. Every bone in her body ached from days of riding with very little rest. Sleep quickly consumed her.
"Gwen?" Rob tapped her gently. "Gwen, wake up, the ferry is here."
When they were well on their way, Rob joined Gwen who was leaning against the railing of the ferry. He stared out at the water passing by them. "How is Phillip?"
Gwen swallowed hard, trying to remove the lump that suddenly formed in her throat. "Fine I suppose."
"There is more than one way to protect your king Gwen," Rob said after a moment of silence. "I was meant to fight off evil from the outside, but maybe you were meant for a different purpose. Just maybe you are meant to protect him from within, from the heart. Think about it. I'll see you when we dock."
As Robin's footsteps drifted away, Gwen closed her eyes tightly. A hot tear slid down her cheek. While her father's words were logical, they didn't register in her mind. She couldn't imagine being allowed to love Phillip. Not only was it dangerous, it was impossible.
Gwen kept pace with her father and Will as they rode north through the English countryside. She rode silently, her mind too busy wandering back to her earlier conversation with Phillip. Well aware that letting her mind wander was dangerous, especially now, she tried to push thoughts of Phillip to the back of her mind. There was only one problem: He was the reason that she was riding to Scotland.
After three days of hard riding, they arrived in Edinbourough, only to discover that John had gone weeks earlier, headed west to Belfast.
"There is a ferry headed for Belfast within the hour," the dock man informed them as they reached the channel coast.
Gwen crawled off her horse, handing her father the reigns before curling up on a nearby bench. Every bone in her body ached from days of riding with very little rest. Sleep quickly consumed her.
"Gwen?" Rob tapped her gently. "Gwen, wake up, the ferry is here."
When they were well on their way, Rob joined Gwen who was leaning against the railing of the ferry. He stared out at the water passing by them. "How is Phillip?"
Gwen swallowed hard, trying to remove the lump that suddenly formed in her throat. "Fine I suppose."
"There is more than one way to protect your king Gwen," Rob said after a moment of silence. "I was meant to fight off evil from the outside, but maybe you were meant for a different purpose. Just maybe you are meant to protect him from within, from the heart. Think about it. I'll see you when we dock."
As Robin's footsteps drifted away, Gwen closed her eyes tightly. A hot tear slid down her cheek. While her father's words were logical, they didn't register in her mind. She couldn't imagine being allowed to love Phillip. Not only was it dangerous, it was impossible.