Peredur blinked.  He had already settled himself for a long ride when Nathan's news dropped like a landslide.  Different names?  Story for traveling?  He glanced over at Lukas, then back at the Huntsman's back as they sped up to a ground-eating pace.  The message in his belt-pouch suddenly seemed far heavier than its parchment.<br/><br/>Luckily, he had learned at an early age how to ride, and was therefore able to sit the horse despite the fact that his mind was going far faster and farther afield than the forest path that they were riding down.  At one point, he drew breath for a question, but let it out in a soft huff.  Nathan was far enough ahead that he would have to shout, and it didn't look like the older man was in the mood to talk.<br/><br/><em>What madness are we getting into?</em>he wondered.