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Hilderinc obeyed Saeryn’s request without a word. Saeryn and Rowenna stood by, their hands hovering about Eodwine until he was safely in the saddle. Rowenna held the horse’s head while Hilderinc mounted up behind Eodwine and took the reins.
“Only you should not have ridden here in your condition, Saeryn,” he said. Saeryn, who had turned away to go back to her horse, stopped in her tracks and turned slowly about to face him. He looked directly at her. “Lord Athanar was worried about you. Now you saw that your husband is not well, perhaps you should also be careful when getting back to the hall.”
“Mind your tongue, soldier. Neither you nor he has any right to say when or where I can ride. My condition is my own concern, and I’d thank you to make no comment on it. And it is in my right to come and meet my husband, especially as he is unwell.”
She turned away without waiting for a reply. “Rowenna, can you help me on to my horse, and then bring Hilderinc’s horse to me so I can lead him?”
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