“You’ve got today and tomorrow to rest. We’ll give the horses and weaker riders”—meaning me—“a break. The journey beyond the river will not be easy.” “Harder than last night? Actually.” I lifted a finger. “I don’t want to know.” “We’ll train tomorrow.” That idea made me want to cry, but I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. “I’d love to. Anything else?” “Don’t wander past the fires. Not even for the river.”
