“Stop!”
Blatte jumped at Rempert’s cry and he looked around, looking for some danger. But the forest seemed peaceful—far too much, in fact—and there was no indication that they were at risk. As if to contradict him, Diablo snorted, scuffed the ground with his hoof, annoyed, his eyes wide with surprise. Somehow this reassured the orderly who was comforted not to see his mount frightened, even if he doubted that anything could scare him.
“What is it?” whispered the boy, patting his horse’s neck.
Rempert came over, nose in the air, and put a hand on Darya’s thigh. The girl was sleeping and he didn’t want to wake her. He searched the surroundings with his overdeveloped senses and, finally reassured, turned his attention to Blatte.
“Blood, straight ahead. But I do not feel any particular pr
