Carra
soon discovered that Badger had a joyful bounce to his walk, which made him
feel almost as if he were floating. She
had expected the warhorse to have plodding gates because of his pronounced
musculature, but he was anything but heavy beneath the saddle. His lilting steps punctuated the rhythm of
her chant - as if the horse was joining her in the meditative power of
Flindra's prayer. She grew fond of this
big, chestnut gelding as she settled into the comforting rhythm of the chant.
"Spirit
around me, Spirit within me, Spirit protect me, Spirit direct me."
The
Queen's chant eased her tension and touched her mind with a sense of
peace. This simple prayer was such a
heartening example of Flindra's abiding faith in the goodness and love of the
Divine. She smiled as she imagined her
Queen using these words to combat fear in the days she served with the
Rangers. It made her feel as close as a
sister to her for Carra was entering into an adventure fraught with peril. She only hoped she would conduct herself with
similar courage to what her Queen had evinced during her service in Kalmyk's
troop.
Carra
suspected that many of the men around her were silently repeating the chant
too, but the prayer didn't seem to dull the sharp edge of their attentive scan
of the surrounding landscape. Their
expressions were focused and intent and their bodies translated the tension to
their mounts so many of the horses strained at their bits and walked with
exaggerated movements. It was a very
different picture from the relaxed ride from Leidz to the Pass Gate just a few
days before.
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