This is the next instalment of the fantasy story I wrote many years ago.
I still haven’t got a title for it, so if you can think of a good one, let me know in the comments. 🙂
If you would like to read it from the start, this is the first part:
Lara, Bethra, David and Augustus rode their horses hard until they had cleared the hill and could look back on the grim walls of the city of Savarias, where briefly they had been kept as guests. Really they had been prisoners, if well treated ones.
Lara couldn’t help feeling a trifle smug. She had managed to fool Colonel Merka and got rid of that terrible coach too. Travelling on horseback was so much easier on her stomach than the coach and horses had been. Lara glanced back and saw Augustus on his brown horse staring at her.
The events of yesterday had started her thinking. When it had looked like she was going to be separated from him, Mage Caraffi had looked profoundly upset, quiet nervous, in fact. When she appeared to agree to send him away he had erupted into protest and had looked totally devastated and had only recovered when she had told him of her plan, when he realised she was going to keep him with her.