Tales of the Apprentice - Book 1
Chapter 5
Serana looked thoughtfully at the two small bundles sitting on the table in the living room. The shutters on the window were open to admit the first warmth of the spring sun. The air was still cool, but the winter's chill was definitely gone. It was a good time to travel. Somehow spring always seemed to stir up a certain wanderlust in her.
She had done a lot of traveling over the long years, and she'd always traveled light. She had learned to pack efficiently, not omitting anything that was really necessary, but also not taking anything that wasn't essential. And Galen wasn't bad at it, either, she noted with approval. The lad hadn't brought much with him when he arrived at her house, but he had made some sensible suggestions on what to take and what to leave behind. Not that she had needed any from him, of course, but she had merely nodded in agreement. Independent thought was always a good thing and it should be encouraged.
The only thing she had corrected him on was the amount of food to pack. Galen had mainly been traveling from village to village, and even on the longer stretches he had usually managed to make ends meet by stopping at farmsteads and the like, and working for a meal here and there. But Serana had learned the hard way that she shouldn't trust her fellow man's generosity, and she preferred to carry as much in the way of provisions as she could.
Which brought up a point.
"Galen, can you ride a horse?"
"Somewhat," he replied. "I've done it a few times. I'm not what you would call an experienced rider, though."
"But you can manage to make a horse go more or less where you want it to, without falling off?"
He chuckled.
"Yes, I should be able to do that. At least most of the time."
"That's good enough for now. You'll get better at it as you go along. I'd like you to go into the shed. Somewhere near the back, just under the roof, you will find a bundle of burlap. Inside it is a saddle and some other things. Bring them."
He did as she asked, and a few minutes later he returned, sneezing.
"It was rather dusty, so I shook it out a little before bringing it back into the house," he explained.
"I trust you'll check the direction of the wind first, the next time you do that," she said dryly. "Alright, let's see what shape it is in."
He put the bundle on the table and unwrapped the coarse textile. He took out a pair of horse blankets and spread them across the table. They looked alright, although they did smell a little musty. The saddle was next. It looked huge on the relatively small table. Serana examined it rather critically.
"Not bad, given how long it's been in there," she said. "Galen, please fetch some oil from the kitchen, and an old cloth from the laundry. We'll have this back in shape before you know it."
"You mean
I
will have it back in shape," he chuckled.
The look she gave him spoke louder than words, and he left without further comment to fetch what he needed. Less than an hour later the ancient leather had regained most of its former suppleness and even some of its shine, and while some of the reins and straps were a little worn and cracked with age, a good oiling and buffing had restored most of them.
"It will do," Serana judged when she inspected the result of his labors.
"I suppose so," Galen said dubiously. "Except for the fact that there's two of us, one saddle and no horse. Or am I missing something?"
"The horses will be here any moment now," she said. "I called them early this morning. And don't worry about a second saddle. I won't need one. I learned to ride long before saddles were invented."
"Was that what I felt this morning?" he asked. "I didn't want to mention it, but..."
"Probably, yes," she said calmly. "I masturbated before I got up, and I cast out my Intent to call on a pair of tame but free-roaming horses. There were bound to be a few around; there are always horses that have wandered off or that have left their pastures for whatever reason. From an ethical standpoint I'd have preferred wild horses, but there aren't any in this part of the land, and it would take far too long to break them."
She was interrupted by the sound of a soft whinny coming from just outside the window.
"Ah, right on time," she said, smiling. "Let's go and see."
Galen looked at her, not sure what to say. While he had seen evidence of her magic since he had become her apprentice, there was no denying that he was impressed.
Two horses were standing in the meadow beyond the kitchen garden, nibbling at the first green shoots of spring grass. One was a chestnut stallion, his reddish-brown coat shiny in the morning sun; the other was a white mare, somewhat smaller and lighter in build, but with a grace and beauty that clearly spoke of a more than just common ancestry.
"They're... beautiful," Galen said. "And they just came when you called them?"
Serana nodded.
"More or less. Let's just say I put out a general request and these two chose to answer. Let's go and make friends with them, shall we?"
They slowly approached the horses, who calmly looked at them as they came closer. Both horses were unsaddled, but they seemed quite at ease with their human companions. It wasn't long before the mare nuzzled Serana's hand. Galen put his hand lightly on the stallion's neck, and the animal gave him a "You'll do" sort of look.
"Let's see how they'll respond to a blanket, " Serana said. "If you will fetch them, and the saddle, I'll stay here. They'll be more at ease that way, I think."
Galen went inside and returned with the saddle, on top of which he had piled the blankets. He put them down and handed Serana one of the blankets which she spread across the white mare's back. The animal looked at her trustingly, apparently quite used to having something on her back, which Galen took as a good sign.
"I see you've brought the bridle and reins as well," Serana noted. "Good. Let's see how this goes."
She put the other blanket onto the chestnut and laid the saddle on top of it. The animal stood there calmly as she did so, and if any of it bothered him he didn't show it.
"That looks alright," Serana said. "He seems quite familiar with it."
She secured the saddle, fiddling with the straps and buckles until she was satisfied with the result. The bridle and reins were next.
"Right," she said then, looking at Galen. "He's looks like he's ready to go. Are you?"
Galen smiled and shrugged.
"I suppose we're about to find out."
He put his hand on the stallion's neck. He couldn't help looking at the horse with undisguised admiration. Compared with the old hay burners he had ridden so far, this was a truly magnificent animal.
"Don't worry," he said softly into the horse's ear. "Everything will be fine."
He put his foot into the stirrup, lifted himself up and swung his leg across the saddle. Once he was seated properly, he took the reins and shook them lightly. The horse took a few slow steps forward.
"Yes, that's the idea," Galen said. "You're doing fine."
Serana nodded at him approvingly. Then she whispered something in the mare's ear and without any further ado she hitched up her dress, put both her hands onto the mare's neck and swung her legs across the horse's back in one swift, gracious move. Galen blinked. He had never seen anyone do that, and certainly not with so much grace.
"You've done this before, I see," he remarked dryly.