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Twice Rescued
Ryder slid off the side of the horse and breathed heavily for a moment. He had never ridden so fast, not even when he was late for a delivery. On that time, he had run three horses to near death and had been lucky to just reach each way-station before the mount was exhausted.
“That was far too fast,” he sighed and leant against a tree whilst his rescuer removed the horse’s saddle.
Her fingers were nimble and flickered over the straps and buckles that Ryder too was familiar with. As she unclipped the last belt, he moved towards her, intending to help her carry the saddle, but before he could assist her, she plucked it from the horse’s back and walked away.
“Where are you going?” Ryder scampered after her unsteadily as she strode towards what looked like a natural cave. The lady paused to let him catch up, but as soon as he was beside her she began to walk again.
“To put away the saddle,” she explained in a lilting voice. As she spoke, a bird twittered merrily and landed on her shoulder.
“Well, what am I meant to do?” he retorted, his unhappy mood intensified by her breeziness, “I’ve no idea where I am! I need to get back on the highway.”
Ignoring the question the woman kept walking. Ryder folded his arms grumpily and followed her like a dog at her heel. She reached the cave and turned to him.
“You can wait here, I will not be long,” she spoke calmly and ducked to enter the cave.
“Hold on, pretty lady,” Ryder was astonished. She obviously thought he had no other business. “Wait to what end?”
“There is someone I wish you to meet. You can take a message for him, if you feel capable of such a task,” she smiled happily before disappearing into the cave. Ryder’s mouth dropped open.
“Capable of such a task! I’ve taken messages from one end of the kingdom to another! Speaking of which—” he tailed off as he realised the woman was not listening. Fuming he turned away from the cave mouth and looked out towards the forest.
If my sense of direction is right, he thought, the highway must be…
It was useless. He had no idea. But, he knew he couldn’t afford more delays. If that woman was going to take him to someone else, he would just have to leave her.
“That way,” he murmured his decision aloud and strode off towards the nearest clump of trees. Within minutes he was deep within the leafy jaws.
When he judged himself out of earshot, he hummed softly to himself. After a while, he began to time snapping branches underfoot with the beat of his tune. He continued with this until the ground began to get softer, and the twigs damper. He walked a bit further and felt his boots squelching in mud. Ryder stopped in his tracks.
“The river!” he realised excitedly. He had gone in the right direction after all! Ryder had often seen the river from the highway; they both wound their way towards Camelot before the river meandered off to the sea. With renewed enthusiasm he stomped off through the wet mud.
As he crested a slight rise, he heard voices. He froze and saw a group of riders cantering through the forest. His blood turned to ice and he flailed backwards before falling into the thick mud below the rise. The horses came nearer.
“Oh please,” he muttered before struggling in the mud. It crept over his writhing body and held him tight. No matter how hard he fought to free himself, the heavy mud enveloped him.
Ryder lay staring as the horses trotted over the rise in front of him. One of the riders saw him and called the others to stop. Ryder sighed. There was nothing he could do now. He watched resignedly as a figure dismounted gracefully and peered down at him. It was a lady.
“Ryder!” It was the melodic tones of Lady Claire. “What in God’s name are you doing?”
“I can explain!” Ryder replied weakly.
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