The young monks were finding it much easier to get their horses to follow commands as they rode. “While time is something we don’t have enough of, we must conserve the energy of our horses for now. We will stop to rest at an inn when the sun begins to set if the horses can make it that long.” The horses trotted along at a leisurely pace. “What about food and water?” Velkyn asked.
Donovan reached behind him and patted a large sack tied to his saddle. “We each have enough to last us a couple days. We can buy whatever we need when we stop each night.” Velkyn seemed pleased with the answer and merely nodded to himself. Calderon wondered how his mentor knew where they were headed and voiced as much. “I have been this way before, many years ago,” answered the old man. Calderon looked to Velkyn.
