Departure

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Chapter 6

I dragged him all the way to a cavern and started a fire to keep him warm under the pile of furs. I had removed his wet clothes, I didn’t need the cold to settle into his bones. He murmured and spoke to himself as he slept, I rested against the fat belly of my Fjord his shaggy coat warming me. The knight still shivered, but it eased as the night went on. I took my knife from my belt and carved a wooden horse. The knight finally came around. “I told you not to go across the lake mounted,” I said, not even looking at him. He remained silent the water must have frozen his tongue.

I stood and walked to the entrance of the cave and looked out, “it’s too late to travel now, the snow is too deep,” I said glancing back for a second.

“I. Will. Listen. To you. Next time,” he said.

“You should, I know this land much better than you do,” I snapped. A few hours later and the knight sat up, he clasped the furs around his shoulders tighter. I looked up at the moon, the howls of the wolves echoed around the mountain.

“How can you sleep with that noise?” he asked.

“It’s not noise, it’s the lullaby of the wolf,” I said. “Do you not have wolves where you come from?”

“No, we ran them out of the forests,” he said.

“That’s sad. They are loyal companions,” she said.

“No they murder livestock and children,” he replied, I turned completely now to face him.

“You must be mistaken, sir,” I crossed my arms over my torso, “there must be a monster living near your home.”

“No, I’m pretty sure it’s wolves,” he said. I fell silent and turned back to the entrance. “You know so little of the outside world.”

“I do not,” I growled sharply.

“Right,” he said and turned over to face away from me.

“Okay, how do you navigate your way?” I asked.

“With a map,” he said. I huffed a laugh.

“That’s a lousy way,” I chuckled.

“Okay, how do you do it?” he inquired.

“I use the stars,” I replied.

“That’s a stupid way,” he chuckled. “you will get lost that way.”

“Not if you know the land,” I said. He fell silent his eyes burnt into my back. “What?”

“How did someone so young get such a fierce reputation?” he asked.

“I am good at what I do,” I said.

“To my kind you are barbarian monsters,” he said. I huffed.

“And to my kind you are weak humans,” I giggled.

“Touche,” he said, “you may wanna lose the war paint when we reach the citadel.”

“No, it completes me,” I growled.

“Then wear a hood at least,” he said. I huffed and walked out of the cavern, the cold biting into my exposed form. My eyes landed on the frozen lake, a herd of silver antlered deer crossed it, tiny fawns bounded next to their mothers, a few galloped ahead of the herd. They slipped over on the ice and spun around, their long spindly legs spread out and it took them a little while to get back up again. I was soon forced back into the cavern as a snowstorm washed over the land.

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