Post by Sam on May 31, 2009 12:15:46 GMT -5
"We've covered good distance since the battle, so I don't imagine that the Wall can be more than a day or two ahead. I'll know better when my scouts return." As if on cue, Ser Danwell Costayne rode up to Simon, his horse's flanks steaming in the cold air.
"We're closer than that, my lord," he said grinning, having heard Simon's response to the riverman. "The Vanguard's been growing, for they keep coming across men who arrived too late for the battle," he added, gesturing to Lady Oakheart and her guard who were riding slowly northward, undoubtedly seeking her countrymen or perhaps the Queen. Ser Danwell's grin faded when he saw that Lord Simon was not amused by latecomers, and he adopted a more businesslike tone. "Thatcher was heading up the Wall to meet with the man in command there when I left to report to you, that was about a day ago. Your brother sends his tidings, and asked me to ask your lordship if you intend on dawdling back up here until the snows melt."
Ser Danwell had known Simon since he was a boy, so he was not intimidated by the seriousness that Simon exuded. He was pleased when the Lord of Horn Hill cracked a smile at the mention of his brother's taunt, and his grin returned.
"There you have it, Tully, soon we'll be south of the Wall, though I do not think that will afford us any safety. Five thousand miles of hostile territory stand between me and my home," Simon added softly, a note of sorrow creeping into his voice.
"We're closer than that, my lord," he said grinning, having heard Simon's response to the riverman. "The Vanguard's been growing, for they keep coming across men who arrived too late for the battle," he added, gesturing to Lady Oakheart and her guard who were riding slowly northward, undoubtedly seeking her countrymen or perhaps the Queen. Ser Danwell's grin faded when he saw that Lord Simon was not amused by latecomers, and he adopted a more businesslike tone. "Thatcher was heading up the Wall to meet with the man in command there when I left to report to you, that was about a day ago. Your brother sends his tidings, and asked me to ask your lordship if you intend on dawdling back up here until the snows melt."
Ser Danwell had known Simon since he was a boy, so he was not intimidated by the seriousness that Simon exuded. He was pleased when the Lord of Horn Hill cracked a smile at the mention of his brother's taunt, and his grin returned.
"There you have it, Tully, soon we'll be south of the Wall, though I do not think that will afford us any safety. Five thousand miles of hostile territory stand between me and my home," Simon added softly, a note of sorrow creeping into his voice.
Hope you all are well and happy.