And so, not knowing the difference between a dream and an omen, how could she ignore it?
She could not. Therefore, she would go to him even though her body was bruised enough to make it difficult to simply sit a horse. If she didn't leave here at once, and if anything bad should happen to First Rider, she would never forgive herself. Better it was to err on the side of action than to lay abed, fretting.
But, she was also not well enough to do this on her own; she needed her father's help. Would he give it to her?
"Father mine," she began, her words soft and gentle. "I be needin' your help to get me ready to go to him. Me own self shall not be stayin' abed when there might be danger seekin' out First Rider…and especially when I be the reason for the danger. Thou shall not be talkin' me out of it." She paused before asking directly, "Will thou help me?"
Her father stared at her as though he didn't know her. However, after some moments, his features began to change from a stern countenance to a more sympathetic demeanor. At last, he said, "If thou be determined to go to him, I will be a-helpin' thee to go. Meself only wishes I could be there with thee."
"I know, Father," she said. "I know. But, help me or not, thou will not be keepin' me here. He be in danger. I know it with every bit of me."
Her father sighed. "Then, what thou needs, it shall be. Though me own self does not like it, I'll be helpin' thee to get ready."
She inhaled deeply. There were tears in her eyes, and when she gazed up at her father and looked into his eyes, there were tears in his, too.
