Chapter Twelve – Avalon'Steady, girl… whooo there, steady now.' The younger of the two mares was jumping and shuffling nervously, making the chariot creak and shake as Meryn tried to calm her. 'Hush now. Don't you go listening to those ol' noises, that's just those druids playing their games.'
As he held the harness, stroking and patting the horse's neck, its eyes rolled and it snorted, and then with a sudden flick of its head, it pulled away hard and he struggled to keep hold. Beside it, the older more experienced mare held her back, trembling but still trusting in Meryn to guide her. The archer drew a deep breath, unable to blame the horses for their discomfort and gazed about, trying to calm his own beating heart.
It was late, the sun was setting, and a thin mist was beginning to rise
