Kalel leads me to his tall black stallion at the head of the group. He mounts it easily, throwing his leg gracefully over the side and sitting stoically aboard the beast. He stares down at me indifferently for a few moments but offers me his hand when he decides there’s no way I can attempt to climb this horse again, especially with a blanket wrapped around me like a shawl. I take his cold, callous hand and he lifts me up as though I weigh nothing. His arms wrap around my waist as he takes the reins and whistles for his army to follow.
