Raven's Strike (Raven #2)(75)

She whispered reassurances and talked to it. It was a little inexperienced, but basically even-tempered and settled down quickly. Unlike Phoran's stallion.

"Warhorse," explained Phoran, when his horse finally began walking instead of bouncing.

"So was this one," Tier said, motioning to Skew, who had only twitched an ear toward the misbehaving animals. "If you ever actually go to war, you might consider a different horse."

Phoran smiled. "He settles down fast enough when there's work for him. He's just showing off for the mares."

Tier shook his head. "The Fahlarn used to ride mares to war just to give us fits because so many of our nobles rode stallions."

"I'd heard that," Phoran said. "But if I rode around on a gelding or, worse yet, a mare, my protocol minister would have fits." He hummed a happy little tune to himself as the big grey reared up then quick-stepped sideways. "Might be a good reason for doing it, at that. But Blade does his job - which is to make me look like a good horseman and make himself look athletic and expensive."

He sounded disparaging, but Seraph noticed he had enjoyed the performance at least as much as his horse had. Once they had been riding for a few hours, the hot-bred stallion settled down to a few jitters.

Hennea watched the sun bring out gold and red highlights in Jes's dark hair and wondered at the unexpected gift of him, an almost unwelcome but greatly desired gift.

Jes walked beside Hennea's horse, Gura at his heel. The pace seemed to give Jes no trouble, though the horses had set out at a rapid walk. She hadn't exchanged a private word with him since the afternoon when she'd guarded his sleep, but somehow she felt as if they had both accepted that as a new step in their courtship.

He was hers now.

The natural rhythms of travel had broken them into small groups - Seraph and Tier at the head: Phoran, Rinnie, Lehr, and Ielian: Toarsen, Kissel, and Rufort: Hennea, Jes, and the dog bringing up the rear.

She could hear the sound of the conversations in front of her, but could make out only a word here or there. Since she and Jes traveled behind them with a light wind in their faces, no one else would hear anything they said to each other.

She didn't know what to say to him. She was seldom awkward, though it was getting to be a familiar state around Jes. Not that she talked all the time - like Tier - but she was comfortable with her silences. Or had been. Now she wanted to speak to Jes, but she didn't know what to say or how to say it - so she stayed quiet.

Jes patted her knee. "Don't worry so much," he said.

It was so unexpected - although why she couldn't have said, since she knew he was an uncommonly powerful empath - that she laughed.

"I'll try not to," she said. She couldn't see his face to read what was there, but his shoulders were relaxed and easy. "It's just that I feel as though there is a lot to say - but whatever I need to talk about won't reach my lips."

"I do that a lot," he said gravely. "Usually I wait it out. If it's important, it'll come sooner or later. Running helps."

"I think I'll just enjoy the sun on my shoulders," she told him.

He turned his head then so she could see his smile. "I told you about the sun," he said.

"Sometimes you're a wise man."

He laughed. "Sometimes. Usually I'm stupid."

All desire to laugh left her. "Who says so?" she asked.

He turned around to walk backward and grinned. "No need to draw your dagger, sweet lady. I say so. Most times I can hardly hold a conversation."

"You're not stupid," she told him.

His grin faded into a gentler expression that she couldn't read - though for some reason it caused her pulse to quicken.

"All right," he said. "I'm not stupid."

Then he turned around, and she could think of nothing more to say: but she wanted to, if only to see that unreadable expression on his face again.

They set up camp while the sun was still a few hours from setting because Tier knew from experience it would take them longer to set up camp the first few days than it would later on. Also, Lehr was still recovering from the illness he'd suffered at Colbern, and the lowland horses that Toarsen and his boys were riding were tiring faster because they weren't used to the heights. An early day or three in the first part of the trip would give them time to acclimatize and Lehr time to heal completely.

"Besides," he explained to Seraph, as he stretched out beside her on a fallen tree with a twig in his mouth. He put his head on Seraph's lap. "I like this camp. There aren't a lot of rocks in the ground, and that lake is full of trout for supper."

"The boys are enjoying it," said Seraph, as a wave of excitement rose among the intrepid fishermen as Toarsen jerked on his fishing line - but Tier was watching his daughter.

"For a man who's likely never been around a child, he's good with Rinnie," he said.

"... not like that, Phoran," Rinnie was saying, trying to teach the Emperor how to bait his hook. "If you don't get the grub stuck on good, it'll just fall off."

"He lets her get away with ordering him around," said Seraph dryly. "I think it amuses him, but it's not a habit that'll serve her well with her brothers."

Tier took the twig out of his mouth and pointed it at Rinnie, who had both hands on her hips and was shaking her head in exasperation at something Phoran had asked. "He'd better be careful. I know my Rinnie. If he loses that meek posture and starts laughing, he'll be in for a drenching."