Chapter 12
Tebanis tied the final knot on the saddlebags, securing the last of their supplies to the mare Kyr had given them. The horse was chestnut in color, with a stark white mane and tail. Its perfectly flat back, arched neck, and high tail indicated that it belonged to a prized breed of endurance horses usually reserved for couriers carrying urgent messages for the war. Kyr had refused to allow them to leave with any other beast.
“I’m sorry I hit you,” Koragi said softly.
Tebanis looked at her. She stood in her leathers, wrapped in a green wool cloak. Her hair sat loose about her shoulders, mussed after their preparations this morning. The sky was still dark, but the signs of dawn approached.
“You do not need to apologize, milady,” he responded as he turned back to the horse and t
