Santar caught up to his brother at the door of the stable. The younger man stood as if frozen, the door wedged against him. Alarmed, Santar pushed past Hosfin. 'What is it?'
A handsome white stallion stood in the yard, coat shimmering silver in the late afternoon sunlight.
Against his fine, pink hooves, the grass looked like crystalline emerald; and blue sky reflected from eyes full of wisdom. Santar shook his head to clear it, shocked to find the creature of his reverie come so abruptly to life. 'It's...it's a Companion.'
Hosfin finally spoke, but only to force out a single syllable. 'Yes.'
The Companion let out another trumpeting cry, this one seeming ten times louder without the sheltering walls of the stable. It cocked its head, one pale eye focusing directly on Santar.
Hosfin managed more words. 'I've never seen one without a Herald on it.'
Santar had, but only after the rider had negotiated its board. 'Very odd.' He held out a hand toward the animal and advanced with shy caution. If it wanted, the huge stallion could stomp him to a smear.
Head still tipped, the Companion watched Santar's approach. He had almost drawn near enough to touch it, when the stallion raised his muzzle in a blasting whinny.
Ears ringing, Santar jerked back, watching the animal prance a wild circle, then stop to snort and stare at him again. Cursing himself for his own sudden movement, he spoke softly and soothingly as he would to any horse, 'What's wrong, boy?'
Still at the entrance to the stables, Hosfin said, 'Maybe he's lost his Herald.'
It seemed unlikely. Santar believed the Companions chose the best and brightest, and the Herald/Companion bond was unbreakable. Needing something to say to the horse, however, Santar repeated, 'Have you lost your Herald, boy?'
The horse bobbed his head savagely and pawed the ground. He whirled, stepped, then looked back at Santar over his shoulder.
The gesture was unmistakable.
Hosfin explained the obvious. 'He wants you to follow him.'
'Yes.' Santar studied the horse. Only one scenario made sense to him. 'Is your Herald...in need...of help?'
The Companion's head whipped up and down so hard he had to make himself dizzy. He pranced forward and back, still staring at Santar.
Terror shocked through Santar. He wiped his grimy hands on his tunic. 'All right. Let me just gather a search party.' He considered aloud. 'We'll need a doctor, a few strong men, a-'
The Companion spun suddenly and charged at Santar.
'Hey!' Santar ran toward the barn. Hosfin ducked behind the door.
Santar had barely managed two steps when the stallion's head slammed his side, bowling him to the ground. 'Hey!' he shouted again, throwing up his hands to protect his head from the heavy hooves.
Huge, flat teeth closed over his tunic, hefting him into the air.
Santar bit back a scream, which would only further upset the horse. Instead, he launched into a steady patter in a calm voice meant to compose both of them. 'Easy now, boy. Nothing to get riled about.' He hid fear behind a tone deliberately pitched to rescue self and animal from panic. He felt himself lifted, tossed. Air sang through his ears, then he landed on his belly across the horse's withers. It did not wait for him to settle before galloping away from the village.
For an instant, horror overwhelmed logic. Stunned silent, Santar could only feel each wild hooffall jar through his body. Instinct awakened first and he scrambled to a sitting position, grasping a hold on the streaming, white mane. The smooth precision of the Companion's run thrilled through him. He had ridden many horses in his day but none with the silken grace of this stallion. Every stride seemed to flow into the next, and his body cycled like liquid through every movement. Finally, the last of Santar's fear slipped away, replaced by exhilaration.
Hesitantly, Santar stroked a neck as soft as velvet, glazed with sweat. The familiar perfume of horse musk filled his nose, and the mane striped his knuckles like bleached twine. 'All right, boy. I get it.
Your Herald is in immediate trouble.'
The Companion nickered, a clear indication that Santar had properly interpreted his actions.
'What good's my getting there fast if I don't have any supplies or expertise to help him?'
This time, the horse gave no reply, the road through the surrounding farmland unscrolling beneath his hooves. Apparently, the horse found Santar adequate enough to save his Herald. The stable boy hoped Hosfin would have the sense to call for help. Perhaps they could mass a group to follow him, hopefully one that included men with healing knowledge and strength.
As the Companion's long strides ate up a mile, Santar caught sight of farmers too far away to hear his call. Suddenly, it occurred to him where the Companion was headed. Not toward the river. Recent rains had swollen the waters past their banks and well over the ford. Santar glanced around the stallion's neck. They approached the river at breakneck speed, and Santar knew it had surged to well above his head. 'Stop!' he shouted.
To Santar's surprise, the horse obeyed. It drew up with a suddenness that should have sent him flying, but that motion proved as fluid as every other. Instead, they came to an effortless halt just a few steps in front of the flooded fording. Uncertain of his next chance, Santar dismounted.
The Companion made a mournful sound deep in his throat. He plunged toward the water, then looked longingly at Santar. He lunged forward again, this time splashing at the edges of the pool.
Though it was against his better judgment, Santar approached the Companion. 'I know you're intelligent, and you can understand me.'
The horse pawed the ground furiously, attention beyond the water where the road continued eastward through the Tangled Forest. Santar had only gone this far a few times, and then only in the company of his father and brothers. The sun already lay well behind him. Unless the Herald lay just past the ford, they would wind up in the woods at night, never a pleasant prospect even in broad daylight on the well-traveled path. Demons owned the forest nights, ready to steal the soul of any man foolish enough to wander into their realm.
Santar continued, 'It might take a few more seconds to gather a party, but it'll be well worth the trouble to save your-'
The Companion bellowed out an impatient sound, then slammed a hoof into the river, splashing muddy droplets in all directions.
Santar bit his lip, trusting the Companion's judgment. He knew the bond between Companion and Herald surpassed anything he would ever understand.
Without a moment's hesitation, the Companion sprang into the ford.
Cold pinpoints of water splashed Santar's face and arms, and his legs seemed suddenly plunged in ice. He wound his hands into the Companion's mane, gripping desperately, as the water surged and sucked around them, threatening to drag him from the stallion's back. He watched a massive branch swirling wildly in the current, lost to his sight in moments. The understanding of true danger finally reached him. Having thought only of the bare possibility of demons, he had not considered how much the horse would struggle in the current, how dire the swim, that the churning current could pluck him like a twig from the animal's back and send him helplessly spinning to his doom. Though an able swimmer, he could never win against such a force.
Apparently immersed in the swim, the Companion paid the man on his back no notice, though Santar's death grip on his neck had to have become burdensome. The water slapped and tugged at Santar's sod-den clothing, threatening a hold that he gradually winched tighter. Focused on his grip, Santar put his trust wholly in the Companion, blindly depending on him to bring them safely ashore and never once considering that the stallion's strength, too, might fail. It was a Companion, the most clever and competent animal alive and used to having a human wholly reliant upon it.
Only then, Santar thought to worry that his own puny normalness might disrupt the tenuous balance, that the horse might count on him to perform with the ability of a Herald.
Glad to find himself on dry land, Santar leaped from the horse and wrapped his arms around the nearest tree.
