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Garion is out by the lake as well, watching Horse frolick and play. Despite being some years older now, Horse was still as playful and joyous as a colt. He gives Sharpe a smile and a wave.

Sharpe waves back, grinning.

Garion nods to the animals at play.

"He followed me in."

"From your world? He's yours, then?"

He nods.

"My world, but not mine. He...well, I suppose he belongs to Errand. He was supposed to be with him in the Vale, but somehow he wandered in after me."

He seems to think.

"Then again...well, the whole issues complicated."

Sharpe smiles. "Sounds like he likes you."

He shrugs.

"He's always been an affectionate little thing."

There are very good reasons for that which involve Garion bringing the little stillborn creature back from Death at the risk of his own life, but they weren't easy to bring up in conversation. The colt was different, though, and the white mark on it's shoulder similar to the mark on every one of Garion's 'family'.

"Not so little now."

He shrugs.

"I'll always think of him as a colt though. He used to follow me around everywhere. It drove Ce'Nedra insane because she kept trying to get the little creature to come to her with apples and sugar and all manners of things."

Sharpe chuckles. "And he never would?"

He shakes his head.

"Not once. I felt like a mother duck and it irritated her beyond the telling of it. I love my wife, but she doesn't take well to not being the center of attention."

"So how did you get him to stop? Or didn't you?"

He smirks.

"He's here, isn't he?"

Then he shakes his head.

"He's formed a bond with a young friend of mine, a boy named Errand. Mostly he sticks with him but, perhaps, Horse thought I needed a friend on my trip to the bar or something."

"Maybe so." He watches the horse for a moment. "Seems to be enjoying the lake."

At that moment, the horse in question trots over and nudges Garion's shoulder with his nose.

"Yes, we were talking about you."

Sharpe grins, reaching out to pat the horse.

"Hello, lad."

Horse nudges his nose against Sharpe's hand and liquid brown eyes focus on him totally before looking to Garion for a moment. Garion nods and the horse turns back.

"He likes you."

Sharpe looks back, with a nod of respect.

"He's a fine one."

He nods and smiles.

"Yes. I'm sure he serves Errand well."

He looks to Sharpe.

"And I haven't even introduced myself."

He holds out a hand.

"Garion."

"Richard Sharpe." He shakes hands. "Good to meet you."

He smiles.

"Another Richard, though much different from the first I met. Good to meet you, Goodman Sharpe."

"So what's your where and when?" he asks curiously.

He shrugs.

"I'm not from Earth, so I don't know how much mine would help, but Riva. I'm from the fifth age, year 5378, though I doubt it means much to you."

"Can't say it does", Sharpe says with a shrug. "What's Riva like?"

"It's an island in the northwest. It's cold and windy and rocky and there are a great number of sheep."

"Ah. Sounds a bit like parts of Yorkshire."

He nods.

"I've heard it described as somewhat like Scotland or the British Isles. I don't know where those are, but it's supposed to be similar."

He smiles and Horse nudges his shoulder again.

"What? There's a lake if you're thirsty."

And the horse skitters off.

"Yorkshire's in the British Isles, aye. Where I was born."

He nods.

"I wasn't born on the Isle of the Winds. I was born in...well, I think in Sendaria. That's where I was raised anyway. I know it a little better than I know Riva, but I'm learning. Luckily, the Rivan people are very patient with me."

"Aye, Yorkshiremen are too. For those as want to learn."

Another nod.

"I always want to learn. Helps one screw up less."

Sharpe laughs. "If only everyone saw it that way."

He laughs.

"I...sort of have to."

When your mistakes could wreck a country or send a world into an ice age...

"Oh?"

Amanda catches site of Sharpe and Danny and makes a move to head towards them but then stops and sadly turns and continues walking in the same direction.