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Rafe let his laughter ring out, then Prest reached over and grabbed the halter of our horse.
Marcus exclaimed bitterly, but Prest guided us out of the crush. I had to smile, even in my
frustration. Rafe always had a grin for me. He was a smaller man, thin, with fair skin and deep
black hair and brown eyes. Quite a contrast to my other guard, Prest. Prest was much larger,
and a quiet one, with skin of brown, and black hair in twenty thick braids that fell to the center
of his back. More a man of action than words, he calmly guided the horses off to the side,
where we could stop.

I started to wiggle off, but Marcus would have none of it. "You are to stay off those feet, you
are."

"MarcusтАФ"

Rafe swung down off his horse. "Point it out to me, Warprize and I'll get you handfuls."

Epor and Isdra came up beside us. "Problem?" Isdra asked, her long silver braid hanging down
her shoulder. Her skin was a light gold in the sun, and her slanted grey eyes were quietly
amused. Epor didn't bother to hide his smile. His bright gold hair and beard shown like the sun.
He always reminded me of the paintings of the Sun God in the temple back home.

"Herself wants to be picking weeds." Marcus grumbled.

"Bloodmoss." I corrected him. "That's the one, Rafe. Let me see."

Epor snickered slightly as Rafe bent to the task of getting the plants. I noticed that Isdra gave
him an amused look and reached over to nudge his leg. He caught her hand, and raised it to his
lips. I look away, embarrassed at such a public display.

Rafe held up a handful of leaves and plants, their torn roots dangling. "Which one, Warprize?"

I heard a pounding of hooves behind us, even as I reached for the plants. Marcus heaved a
sigh. "That'll be theyoung'un'."

It was Gils, all right, riding his horse at breakneck speed along the army, grinning like a
madman. It cheered me to see his simple pleasure in racing his horse like the wind. Marcus
grumbled, but the others smiled and made room as Gils galloped to my side.

"Cadr came to see me, Warprize! To ask for help with a bad boil." He smiled broadly at me,
his curly red hair dancing in the breeze, his words spilling out. "I told him that I would ask you,
that I had to consult with my Master."

I grinned back at him, the young Firelander who had declared himself my apprentice. While
Keir had decreed that he had to keep his place as a warrior for now, his secondary duties were
to act as my helper. At least until we reached the Heart of the Plains. I'd used every spare
minute to give him lessons. "Good. With any luck I can show you how to lance it. But first, Gils,
remember what I told you about bloodmoss?" Gils nodded, but I didn't give him time to answer.
I grabbed the soft yellow leaves out of Rafe's hands, scattering the rest. "It's there, right
there, Gils. Get some for me."