She passed him a water skin and tied one to her own saddle bow. Then she mounted as well. Sundancer pranced a few steps, ready to run. He hadn’t been out in a day or so and he was full of energy and enthusiasm—as was his rider. Tug, in contrast, stood solid and unmoving.
“Let’s get going,” Will said. He urged Tug into a slow, easy lope. Maddie flicked Sundancer’s reins and he started forward, eager to run. But she held him back, dancing a little with his head high, so that he matched Tug’s steady pace.
“Is this as fast as we’re going to go?”
Will twisted in the saddle to look at her. Sundancer was longer in the leg than Tug and he had to look up to meet her gaze.
“I thought so,” he replied.
Maddie snorted disdainfully. “No wonder it’s going to take all day.” He made no reply, so she added, “You know Sundancer is an Arridan thoroughbred, don’t you?”
He nodded. “Arridans are fine horses.”
“They’re fast, too. I’ve heard people say they’re the fastest horses on earth.”
Tug rattled his short mane and made an impolite belching sound. For a moment, Maddie looked at the little horse in surprise. It was almost as if he were responding to her claim. Then she dismissed the idea.
“They certainly can cover ground,” Will agreed calmly. They rode on in silence for a few minutes. Sundancer continued to pull at the reins. Maddie held him back. Tug loped on steadily.
He’s like a rocking horse, Maddie thought, watching Tug’s gentle, steady back-and-forth motion. She wriggled impatiently in the saddle. She could feel Sundancer’s pent-up energy and she longed to let him run free—to show Will how a real horse could run.
“So where’s this ford?” she asked.
Will gestured to the south-east. “We follow the high road for twenty kilometres or so. Then we take a fork leading to Pendletown. After we go through the village, we continue on until we come to the Derrylon River. The road leads straight to the ford.” He paused, then added, “It’s all signposted.”
She nodded, noting the last statement particularly. It was almost, she thought, as if he was giving her tacit approval to go off on her own. Then she grinned at him.
“Well, I’ll be waiting for you there.”
She clapped her heels into Sundancer’s flanks, relaxing the restraining tension on his reins. Instantly, the gelding leapt forward, plunging and rearing for the first few metres, then gathering speed as he settled into his gait. His hoofs beat a rapid tattoo on the road’s surface, raising puffs of dust with each stride.
Maddie’s cloak and hair streamed out in the wind behind her and Will heard her delighted laugh.
“He’s very fast,” Will said.
Tug turned his head and regarded him with his left eye. Not as fast as Sandstorm.
“No. Perhaps not. But there wouldn’t be much in it.”
I beat Sandstorm.
“I remember. But you only managed it in the last few metres.”
The little horse snorted disparagingly. I was foxing.
“Of course you were.”
He felt Tug begin to pull against the reins, but held him in check.
Do you want me to catch him now?
Will shaded his eyes to look after Maddie. She and Sun-dancer were small figures in the distance. A cloud of dust was drifting in the air behind them. Then they rounded a bend in the road and were hidden by the trees. The gradually settling dust was all that was left to show where they had been.
“Not yet,” Will told him. “Later.”
Maddie exulted in the rush of wind through her hair and the smooth, powerful strides of her horse. This was riding, she thought, and she urged Sundancer on to even greater speed. As she reached the first bend in the road, she turned in the saddle to look back.
Will and Tug were small figures in the distance now, plodding stolidly onwards. Well, she thought, what could you expect of a shaggy little barrel like that. Over the years, she’d heard people talk of Ranger horses with a certain degree of awe. Now that she’d seen one at close quarters, she couldn’t understand what all the fuss was about.
“And he must be one of the better ones,” she said aloud. After all, Will was one of the most senior of all the Rangers. It stood to reason that he would have one of the better horses in the Corps—if not the best.
She felt a delicious streak of rebellion stirring within her. Will was so capable, so knowledgeable, so superior to her in just about every way. He could track game where there was barely a sign to be found. He could shoot with uncanny speed and unerring accuracy. And his knife work was almost superhuman—fast and deadly accurate.
But here was something she was better at. With a sudden moment of honesty, she amended that thought. Her horse was better than Tug, she thought. But then, if she had the intelligence to select a superior horse, why shouldn’t she share in that superiority?
Sundancer would run Will’s little grey pony into the ground, she told herself. And as she had that thought, she decided that she wanted their victory to be overwhelming. It wouldn’t be enough to simply beat Tug and Will to this Derrylon ford. They would do it thoroughly, crushingly. If Will said it would take a day to reach the ford, she decided that she’d do it in half that time.
She leaned forward over Sundancer’s neck.
“Come on, boy! We’ve got a point to make.”
Sundancer’s ears went back and he tossed his head in delight. He loved to run. In fact, he lived to run. It had been bred into his bloodline for generation after generation. He lengthened his stride and accelerated.
Maddie yelled in delight. She had never felt him run so fast before! It was exhilarating and she gave herself over to the sheer, pulse-racing excitement of the ride.
Tug continued his steady, measured lope.
Dugga-dum, dugga-dum, dugga-dum went his hoofs on the hard-packed surface of the highway. From time to time, he would turn his head to look at Will. But his rider never responded to these hints. Finally, Tug decided to address the matter directly.
Tell me when you want me to start running.
“Trust me. You’ll be the first to know.”
Dugga-dum, dugga-dum, dugga-dum.
It has to be said that, ordinarily, Maddie was not the sort of person who would allow her horse to overextend himself. Usually, she was careful to control her mount and ensure that he stayed within his own limits.
But the excitement of the ride, the exultation of the speed that she felt, and the temptation to show Will and his horse how superior Sundancer was, led her into error.
They had been galloping wildly for kilometres when she felt the Arridan horse’s stride falter. Then Sundancer shook his head and plunged on. But now she realised how hard she’d been pushing him.
His flanks were streaked with foam and his sides were heaving like bellows as he dragged in huge lungfuls of air. She became aware that he was grunting loudly with each breath and instantly she was overcome with remorse. She reined him in, although he resisted her efforts initially. He was willing to plunge on until he dropped from exhaustion.
She drew back firmly on the reins, checking his mindless instinct to keep running, speaking softly to him, gradually increasing the pressure against the bit until he allowed her to bring him to a halt.
He stood, legs spread and breathing heavily, as she quickly dismounted, patting his neck and walking round him to make sure he was undamaged.
“You’re all right,” she told him. Thankfully, she had caught her mistake in time.
She splashed some water from the water skin into her hand and held it near his muzzle. He pushed his soft nose against her hand and drank. She continued to let the water trickle into the cupped hand.