“I am not insane! I only — ” Summer stopped herself with an effort. No sense revealing her secrets in a fit of childish pique; it was only Percival, after all, and perhaps some of her pranks had got a little out of hand with him. “I promise to keep my clothes on, and just think, whatever we might find would make you famous.” Solemnly she clasped her hands behind her back and showed him a pleading, innocent face.
Percival shook his head. “I’m not really interested in fame, but you’re my friend and I like adventures. Pack your things. Sensible things. Which horse do you usually ride? we may have to switch him out for a stronger one with the packs. Not practical to take a pack horse on an adventure.”
“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?”