Da—da da—da da. Ubbi—doobie—doo. Da—da da—da da.” “Ubbi, stop singing that tiresome drivel over and over and over, or I swear I will cut out your bloody tongue,” Tykir growled from atop his horse. “By the Faith! I am beginning to hear your lackwit name-song in my dreams now.” “Now, Tykir, don’t unleash your bad moods on Ubbi,” Rain chastised teasingly as she drew her horse up alongside her brother. After two days on horseback, Rain was actually starting to feel comfortable in the saddle of Godsend, the name she’d given to the destrier that saved her and Selik on the battlefield. When Rain had first announced her horse’s new name to Selik, he’d protested, “The name is as barmy as you are.” Ubbi, on the other hand, had beamed, declaring Godsend’s name “jist perfect.” Rain looked over at the little man with concern as he rode another of the horses Selik and his men had brought back from the battlefield during the past week. She was glad Selik had insisted that Ubbi ride, instead of walking with the captives.
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