Ruger. The name rings familiarly in Kendry’s mind but he can’t claim to ever have come face to face with the stallion while living in the Lagoon. But well does he know the Thicket, a territory on the far side of the island on which he himself had been born, and now he has an inkling of the strength of the mare called Queen on Luthien.
He wonders if the title is one specific to the Thicket, for last time he was present on the Islands it was evident that some band stallions thought themselves very high and mighty indeed compared to other herds. Kendry dips his head in goodbye as Vasilissa and her boy Quillion take their leave of him before turning himself and continuing on his more or less aimless trek through the Falls, his blue eyes distant as the wheels in his head begin to turn. |