Wildin". I am here.
Thomas pulled Missy to a halt, the king’s voice fading in his mind. Nectan had come to him at last. He composed himself, and then clucked his tongue, urging Missy into motion.
He rode into the clearing where his journey in this time began one year ago. Where he had woken up, confused and sick, with Celyn bending over him.
Nectan stood by a tall aspen tree whose golden leaves fluttered in the slight breeze, a few spiralling around him as they fell to the ground. The king watched with his arms crossed as Thomas drew Missy to a halt and dismounted. He would leave the mare here when he went to the Crossing. Celyn would fetch her tomorrow.
He tied her to a tree and grabbed his staff. The days in the saddle made it impossible for him to walk without it. He made his halti
