Horses
"The horses are ready," said Ewin, who had come through the door, "and we have enough supplies to reach the East. We can go any moment. I think now."

“Not without me.” Erendiz entered the barn with a shawl-wrapped bundle in his arms. Ewin nearly fell to his feet.

The sword of Uras was half out of its sheath; Seeing who it was, he pushed her back, looked at Abigial Ewin, patted his lips thoughtfully with his finger. The hood of Erendiz's dark brown cloak was pulled up. "Here's everything I need. Including food. And I won't be left behind." “This isn't a picnic trip, Erendiz,” Ewin grumbled. Erendiz frowned when he saw her and fell silent.

“Thanks Ewin. I didn't know. "Anyway, you can't come with us. We don't go for fun. The black cavalry is after us." Ewin gave him an indulgent look. "Black Horseman!" Erendiz laughed in disbelief. "Ewin, I've decided to see a part of the world and you want to change my mind, but please don't tell old stories this way. "

"That's right," said Uras, "the b
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