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Sythric freed Thydrė from all the load she was carrying, gave her a quick brushing and tended her some oats. "Now try to rest my friend. We have miles to make when the sun rises. Good girl." He patted Thydrė's side and took his own bedroll. As he saw Raedwald also turning to sleep, he bade him good night and made a bed for himself, just some ten feet away from the other old man. When was it that they had camped together the last time? Sythric felt like asking, but was too tired to exactly go for it. Tomorrow, maybe, he thought, and fell asleep.
Even in his dreams, he was still riding.
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