Brax led the way to the stables.   The stable faced a series of buildings that would make excellent cover for a bowman, and she felt slightly on edge about leaving the prince outside as an open target.<br/><br/>"My Lord, I would appreciate it if you would accompany me inside..."  She made a quick surveillance of the interior from the doorway.<br/><br/>It was fairly quite as most of their fellow travelers at the inn were heading in the opposite direction and had left.  Brax wasn't particularly keen on the direction they were heading, either, but duty was duty.<br/><br/>She was prepared to saddle both horses as they entered the stable and fully expected Mat to show up soon enough and take care of his own steed.  She reached over the stall to give Falkor, her own gelding, a morning greeting--blowing gently against his nose and waiting for his return gush of air.   She knew he hated water, but there was only the one ferry and it would be a good while between coming and going. At least she'd be standing at his head, holding the reins when they crossed.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>