"Father, honestly, I'll be fine." Morgain sighed with exasperation. "I'll be polite, they'll be courteous, we'll learn how to fight. It's not exactly the crisis situation you imagine." It was Ceadaoin, Mawrth 15, the day that she and Sean were to set out for Caerguen and Rohan was having some problems with the idea of Morgain leaving.
It had always been arranged that on her 18th birthday Morgain would leave home to join the Sparrowhawks. Now, however, she was only fifteen, but leaving all the same, and Rohan wasn't dealing with this fact well. He truly loved his daughters and hadn't been away from either one of them for more than two weeks at a time since the end of the Usurper War. Even when he was taken to be crippled, so that he could never led men against King Riocard again, he had managed to keep Morgain, an infant at that time, near him and safe. Forcing back the inevitable sadness that the departure of his adoring, if rather headstrong, daughter, Rohan smiled gently. "I know my dear, but you're my daughter and I will worry about you because I know what knights face." He stopped and watched her saddling up her horse for a few minutes. Finally everything was packed into the new saddlebags and Morgain was ready to leave. Rohan held his oldest daughter close "I love you Gainwy |
