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Mordred grunts, his eyes fluttering open after a few seconds and he smiles. “Good morning” he mutters, moving into a sitting position “you didn’t have to.”
The sense of immediate urgency is a little less today, but the memory of that spike of pain last night keeps her heels to the horse. It helps that they approach lands familiar to her from earliest childhood very quickly. Summer lifts her head from the half-doze she’s fallen into at the sound of hoofbeats ahead, and she lifts a hand to Mordred, slowing their pace.
The knight pulls himself from his thoughts, the sun rising higher into the sky, warming the earth. It must be at least midday by now but it’s still not warm enough for either his or the horses’ liking. “How far now?” Mordred calls, riding up to join her.
“Not far,” she murmurs, head cocked. “Someone’s coming.” She nudges the horse forward a step, then two, and listens again. Whomever it is, they’re moving fairly fast. “Someone I know.”