Alyss horse galloped through the rain with it's head down.
She leaned forward a patted it on it's neck.
'I am so sorry. If I had know that a storm would develop this quickly and hit us this hard I wouldn't have left when I did,' she told her horse.
The horse neighed its response. The wind was harsh and the rain was falling almost horizontal. The weather didn't look like it was going to improve anytime soon and night was falling.
Alyss had planned to reach the next village by the time night fell and book a room there. Night was almost upon her and the rain had slowed down her travel time. Now it looked like she was going to get there around about midday tomorrow. (A/N Have you ever stopped to think about how many "o"s there are in tomorrow? Millions! Three actually but hey! Millions!)
As she came to the valley of a mountain an idea struck her.
'What do you say about finding a nice comfy cave?'
As it was not a ranger horse it did not reply in a way that she could not understand. But none the less she decided that it would probably be thankful for getting out of the rain and into somewhere warm.
Although caves were a luxury option, as Alyss was soon to find out.
'Has he moved?'
'No ranger. He has not moved in the three minutes it took for you to go and get your coffee. And I don't think he will for a long time,' the poor healer replied to him. Whishing allowed he was somewhere else was not an option. It would not say the rangers mind on having someone watch his young charge at all times.
'Halt. Stop annoying the healer. He had done all he can do for Will at the moment. Please just stop asking them when Will will get better. :) He will get better when he gets better. Come Halt. I don't think you wan to have Crowley beat you in archery again,' Pauline told her husband.
'I don't care,' Halt muttered a few minutes later.
'Begging you pardon, what did you say?' Pauline turned around from where she was talking to the healer. She started talking to him once she had realised that Halt wasn't going to move anytime soon.
'I don't care if Crowley beats me in archery. That will be forgotten eventually. If Will dies and I am not here, I will never forget that. No one will.'
Suddenly Halt's head shot up.
Malcolm.