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Bêthberry · 10-05-2003, 01:24 PM

Bethberry reigned in Cailleach to a slow walk and then turned to look back. The chestnut mare was a good horse, fast when haste was needed, intelligent, and responsive both to her mistress and her mistress's falcon, Wyrd. The mare was happy to stop and rest a bit, enjoying the treat of fresh grasses on the plain rather than the dried hay and mash of the stable.

The early morning sun glinted off the gold roof of Meduseld, a proud sign of Eorlingas workmanship amid the rounded foothills of the mountains. It was all Bethberry could make out of Edoras, that plus a few thatched roofs and the dark, thorn-covered pallisade which surrounded the town, a sharp backdrop for the white flowers which bloomed amid the two rows of barrows which marked the tombs of kings past. Bethberry wondered if any of the travellers arriving at Edoras remarked upon the contrast of the golden roof with the white flowered barrows.

For the first time in all her days in Edoras, the sound of the gate swinging open, to allow her passage out of the town, had given her mixed feelings, perhaps because she had had to argue with the guards to let her leave. Strange that they had been loath to open the gate for her. Perhaps it was their resistance which had made the barrows of the kings auger more than usual.

She was pulled out of her revery by Cailleach walking over to the stream, now running in a wide rutted track amid the uplands. She let the mare drink and then nudged her onwards towards the copse of willow trees which marked the ford of the Snowborne. Wyrd flew leisurely overhead. She would be at Aldhelm's mill within the hour and was looking forward to some tea and honey with Maedlyn.

10-05-2003, 01:24 PM	#172
Bêthberry Cryptic Aura Join Date: May 2002 Posts: 6,170	Bethberry reigned in Cailleach to a slow walk and then turned to look back. The chestnut mare was a good horse, fast when haste was needed, intelligent, and responsive both to her mistress and her mistress's falcon, Wyrd. The mare was happy to stop and rest a bit, enjoying the treat of fresh grasses on the plain rather than the dried hay and mash of the stable. The early morning sun glinted off the gold roof of Meduseld, a proud sign of Eorlingas workmanship amid the rounded foothills of the mountains. It was all Bethberry could make out of Edoras, that plus a few thatched roofs and the dark, thorn-covered pallisade which surrounded the town, a sharp backdrop for the white flowers which bloomed amid the two rows of barrows which marked the tombs of kings past. Bethberry wondered if any of the travellers arriving at Edoras remarked upon the contrast of the golden roof with the white flowered barrows. For the first time in all her days in Edoras, the sound of the gate swinging open, to allow her passage out of the town, had given her mixed feelings, perhaps because she had had to argue with the guards to let her leave. Strange that they had been loath to open the gate for her. Perhaps it was their resistance which had made the barrows of the kings auger more than usual. She was pulled out of her revery by Cailleach walking over to the stream, now running in a wide rutted track amid the uplands. She let the mare drink and then nudged her onwards towards the copse of willow trees which marked the ford of the Snowborne. Wyrd flew leisurely overhead. She would be at Aldhelm's mill within the hour and was looking forward to some tea and honey with Maedlyn. __________________ I’ll sing his roots off. I’ll sing a wind up and blow leaf and branch away.