Raneld found me just after dawn. I climbed up off the bridle, which he regarded with surprise. “Somebody tried to tie you down?” he said, looking at it. I whinnied and shook my head.
“No?” He frowned at the bridle, then laughed. “Somebody tried to steal you?”
I nodded.
“Ha! I wish I’d been here to see it. I imagine he got a bit of a shock.”
I snorted and nodded again.
“Well, we should probably be on our way,” he said, hefting the saddlebags.
“You might consider staying for a time,” said a new voice from behind him. We both turned, and saw a woman standing there. She was tall and slim, her hair heavily frosted with gray. She wore a long garment that was more like a robe than a dress, decorated with so much embroidery that the original material was nearly invisible. Her hair had dozens
