It's been a long time since I was required to travel this much. I fear I've grown unaccustomed to being in the saddle for long periods of time - a shame for a woman of Rohan who practically grew up in one.
My steed, Estella, carries me well however, and I stroke her neck as we continue the hard pace we've set for ourselves. A necessary pace, if we're going to get there in time to rescue Immalaine from this pending wedding.
I glance over at Ceolfred, who rides well for a man his age, his form muscular and broad despite his years. In some ways, he reminds me of Komatsu ..
No, I can't think that. He's a good man, I've learned that much from our brief encounters. A capable man, and wise. And I am married, even if I've not seen my husband in almost a year now.
Still I find myself watching the way he holds himself in the saddle, how he deftly maneuvers his horse along the side road we've chosen to travel.
To take my mind off of him, I think ahead to our destination. The compound of Sallastin, Ceolfred warned us, is well guarded. It will take careful planning to get Immalaine out in time. However, he says we have someone on the inside that will assist us - another young woman that is Sallastin's prisoner. We'll rescue both of them, for no one should be another's slave.
I turn my attention back to my body as Estella finds another mudhole and sidesteps it. I will definitely feel my backside when we stop to make camp tonight.
