A horse’s head appeared in her field of view and gazed at her quizzically. “Do you put me down here just so you can get a good look at me?” she said conversationally. “This is the third time.” A second horse’s head appeared, this one accompanied by Hyram, who held its reins. “Don’t blame the horse,” he said severely. “I don’t think he likes me.” Mara pushed herself up on her elbows and groaned. “I’m one big bruise. All the bruises I brought back with me from the camp, all the new ones I’ve got in the last three hours trying to learn to ride—” “Trying to learn to stay on the horse,” Hyram corrected. “You don’t really learn to ride in one afternoon.” “Apparently you don’t really learn to stay on a horse in one afternoon, either!” she said, and Hyram chuckled. Keltan, leading his own horse, came over to join them. “What about him?”
