Jason and Abraham mounted two war stallions, and clattered out of the courtyard with a company of seven men at arms. The well-wishes of Earl March followed them out of their safe-haven.
A new day had dawned, and they were heading to northern Alepp, without so much as a second thought. They knew what they had to do. Or atleast most of them did.
"So, what was the plan again?" Ab inquired.
Jason turned in the saddle and looked disbelievingly as Abraham, who was riding just behind him. "You seriously were asleep?"
"Yes, I was. What did you think I was doing in your chair? Faking sleep? Nope. That being sucked through vortexes and traveling to different worlds, and having to wait by your side to make sure that you're okay, is tiring business. So don't blame me for having fallen asleep." Abraham grinned. "Those eggs were good though."
Jason sighed dramatically, "Atleast we know your appetite was sated." He laughed and urged his horse into a gallop. Abraham stared after him, as the company surged around them. He laughed, "I used to think I could get away with those things. But I guess I'll just have to deal with my ignorance."
They traveled for another three days, only stopping to sleep during the nights, but always constantly moving. They didn't want to attract attention, so that was why there retinue was not large. Instead, they consisted of the most loyal and hearty of Earl March's men. They didn't stop at any castles, which normally they would've done, but this mission needed speed and needed to be hidden in secret, so that it would not be hindered by the bickering lords of the land.
On the fourth day, Jason Sterling saw the mountain ranges, which were cloaked menacingly in dark clouds. He turned to Gideon, "How are our supplies holding up?"
Gideon's, who was the leader of the band of men, brow furrowed, "We have food enough to last us for another fortnight."
Jason nodded and turned back to his companions. "We'll rest down here for tonight. We deserve it."
Everyone grinned and busied themselves with setting up camp. Jason jumped off his stallion and walked up to the crest of the hill they were planning on camping on, and looked across a wide plane to the mountains. The plane was all that separated them from their goal... then why did he have this foreboding feeling in his gut? Jason shook his head, as if to get rid of the feeling, and turned back to his friends.
