And so it begins…
Gusts of wind blew the girl's hair into her face. She shook her head to clear it, then spat a few stray strands from her mouth.
"How much farther, Father?" she asked.
The man beside her laughed. "We’ve miles to go yet, Albreda. We’ve only just made Hawksburg, and Wickfield is still several days past that."
"I meant until we make camp. I’m fully aware we haven’t reached our destination."
"Are you sure you’re only thirteen?" her father asked. "Sometimes, you sound more like an old woman."
"I’ll take that as a compliment, but you still haven’t answered my question."
Her father looked up at the sun, gauging its position. "Well, it’s only mid-afternoon," he mused, "and we’ll continue till we’re clear of town, then we'll set up camp."
"You don’t want the men sneaking back into town because they’ll spend all their coins on drink."
"Yes, and then they’d be hard to get on the move tomorrow." He looked up at his daughter as a thought crossed his mind. "How did you know that?"
"Really, Father? I’m not deaf and dumb. I see what happens in the camp at night. You believe that because you’re the captain, I must live some sort of sheltered life, but I’m the same as any other member of the company."
"You’re not a member of the company. You’re my daughter!"