He tried to not feel
it. He tried to ignore it. He tried to think of something else. He tried to
look around. He tried to outlast it. He tried to hold out in hope of the end of
their journey.
In the end, nothing
worked. The brighter and friendlier the forest got, the more the pain in his
leg intensified, as if in response to the awakening world. At least the birds
were singing. At least it was getting warmer and warmer. At least they were
closer to safety. At least, at least, at least....
Well at least that took his mind off of it
for a short while. Now the pain was back and in rhythm with the horse's steps -
one step, one spike. Only stronger and stronger. After all that time, he just
couldn't take it anymore. He needed a break. Surely, his condition could
worsen, but he needed it.
'Hey', he nudged
Shirral.
'Hm?', she mumbled,
pulled back into reality from the state of half-sleep she was in for what was
now hours.
'Can we stop for a
while? We still seem to be far away.
'Why would you want to
stop then? It's all the more reason to keep going.'
'Because my leg is killing me, we've been riding for hours
and I'm stiff and tired. Aren't you too?'
'Maybe a little. But I
can still keep going.'
Silence was his
answer.
'Alright, fine, let's
stop here for a while and I'll get you out of the saddle.'
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