'Stop complaining,' Halt growled for what must have been the thirtieth time that day. He was six days away from Redmont and he doubted that the healer was going to live that long. If only he would shut up!
'Halt, I am sorry. As you most likely know full well by now I am not used to this. I hate leaving my people for so long,' Malcolm said and shifted in the saddle again. He was on Tug, the faithful horse keeping up but still radiating sadness.
It never changes, Halt thought. Either I am going to get a healer for someone or the someone is going to get the healer for me.
'What are his symptoms?' Malcolm asked and Halt looked up to the sky, silently thanking that the healer had said something other than how sore he was. He wouldn't have survived if he had.
Slowly and haltingly, Halt (sorry, LOL!) told what condition Will was in. 'Who knows, he might have improved or gotten worse,' he finished.
'I will do all I am able. I don't believe that a person with a good heart, such as he, should die at a young age,' Malcolm said and concentrated on staying on the horse.
It was in the dark of the night when the two men, brought together by sharing a familiar trouble, reached their destination.
Alyss looked up as the rain fell even harder.
'How is that possible?' she screamed at it. She was in a foul mood. She was just sent away when Will was meant to get back. She was going to hurry at the main castle and try and get back to Will before he was sent off again. Last time the same thing happened and she got back just as he had left.
The search for a cave failed. There were no caves. In a random fit of lunacy Alyss screamed out again to the sky.
'Now how is that even possible?' she screamed and got off her horse. The travel clothes that she was wearing were totally soaked through. No more water could have fit in them if she had tried. To save the poor horse, Alyss dismounted.
Suddenly she froze. Something was up.