The caravan was slow, as we moved out of the estate and up the mountains. I rode next to Tristan who as usual was looking to his surroundings. His hawk sat perched on his arm; every now and then she would wobble and flap her wings, trying to keep her balance.
"What do you think?" I asked him as I looked at him. He did not look at me but kept surveying his surroundings as he said, "We had little time as it was, now we have even less, it seems we will have a glorious death before we had expected" he said as he finally looked at me.
"Tristan think positive, how many times have we made it out of a loosing battle?" I asked him as I kept my eyes on him, giving Flecha free reigns and allowed him to find his own way through the forest. Flecha took his head gladly and swayed it back and forth to get more reach. Tristan looked at me and said with a hint of a grin "countless" "exactly!" I exclaimed as I gave him a friendly nudge with my elbow.
Tristan gave a light chuckle which was a rare sight indeed, and because of that I could do nothing more then giggle along with him. "Tristan! Merenwen!" we heard Arthur call. We both new that that was our queue to go scouting, I looked into Tristan's eyes, and silently asked him if he was ready, he looked back at me and with a grin kicked his horse forward, while letting his bird fly, and in an instant we were off.
I led Flecha in a zigzag around the different wagons and trees. The feeling of the wind blowing through my hair was something that I was never going to get enough of. I looked behind me to see that Tristan was right behind me. I shook my head and grinned, no matter how relaxed the situation was Tristan was the one knight who would never let down his guard completely.
Tristan brought Indian right up next to me, and together we galloped passed Arthur and Lancelot who were in a heated argument. We continued down the path, until we reached a fork in the rode, where we then each took a separate road.
Up ahead I saw that there was a large tree that had fallen over and was now blocking the road, immediately I knew that there was no way that the caravan could take this way, yet there was no way in which I could allow this chance to pass. I tightened my hold on the reins and sank further into the saddle. Flecha understood what I was asking from him and pulled his head up. I felt Flecha's muscles bunch up as he prepared to leap over the log.
As we reached the log, I felt Flecha's front legs bunch up under him as he kicked off with his hind legs. I lent forward over Flecha's shoulders and neck as we soared above the trunk. It only lasted a few seconds before we hit the ground once again, but that time that we had in the air was enough. I leaned down and stroked Flecha's shoulders, as a thank you. Flecha nickered and bobbed his head, as we continued through the forest and into the distance.