“I don’t need a lot for an adventure. What kind of woman do you think I am? I’ll just fetch my armor and I usually ride the chestnut mare. I think she’ll do me fine for an adventure.” She darted off to the door, then peeked back. “Sword, or bow?”
Percival lowered his head. “I have been too careless with my manners with you for some time now. My apologies.” He lifted his head back up a bit, and with a justly apologetic smile suggested, “I think a bow would be good. I don’t know how to use any bow but a crossbow myself. I think it would be handy to have another kind of weapon.”
“I do like the power of a crossbow, but I had rather be able to have a few shots in the air at once,” Summer agreed. “Will you send to the kitchens, or shall I? I won’t be long packing.” With a slight smile, she added, “Please put an extra shirt in your saddlebags. Just in case.”