It turned out to be much as Derek had feared. A fortnight or so later and things were still going at a slow trot. Iona, Tollie and Sylas had done most of the journey three times like over-excited dogs on a family walk, riding out to scout ahead and then galloping back to find out where the others had got to. Bert and Bobang had finally mastered the art of not falling out of the saddle, although Bert was black and blue from head to foot due to vastly over-enthusiastic mounting and catching his feet in the stirrups. Morwenna had swapped horses with Reet, Adarius, Sylas and Derek but was still having no luck; apparently it wasn"t the horse it was her. The only thing that helped at all was to have Reet very patiently trot along next to her, with an occasional reassuring hand on the bridal. The
