Chapter 276

As Kuahel tugged his chestnut warhorses head to the side, it emitted an angry snort. Maxi watched the Temple Knight firmly rein in his testy mount and nudge it in a slow walk over to them.

The horses are tired. We will take a brief reprieve.

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, the mages slid off their mounts. Maxi gladly leaped down from Rem as well. They had spent more time on horseback than the ground over the last few weeks. She had grown quite skilled at riding, though it did not mean she was any less sore after hours of balancing on a galloping creature.

She ma.s.saged her throbbing thighs, then untied her bag and saddle from Rems back. Ulyseon hurried over to attend to her, heaving a disgruntled sigh as he got close.

You are making it very difficult for me to do my duties as your personal guard, my lady.

Im sure maintaining vigilance at all times is hard enough. Let me take care of the menial tasks on my own.

Before the young knight could say any more, Maxi put her pack aside and led Rem to a wagon. Ulyseon followed her, mumbling under his breath.

They pulled out a sack of fodder to feed the horses, then proceeded to rest behind the windbreak the knights had erected. Though the day was freezing, beads of sweat formed on Maxis forehead as she tended to the horses. Traversing the barren northland in the middle of winter, when both gra.s.s and water were hard to come by, was far more difficult than she had antic.i.p.ated.

Royald was thawing himself by the fire. He called out, Sludge, enough of that. Come rest.

When Ulyseon gave him a sharp look, the mage coughed and said more courteously, Well be setting out again after lunch. You mustnt exhaust yourself.

It appeared the mages were still coming to terms with the revelation that their peer they had wantonly deemed Sludge was, in fact, a high-born lady and the wife of the greatest knight in the continent. After bobbing her head at Royald, Maxi tethered Rem in front of the windbreak and settled by the fire. Ulyseon reappeared not long after bearing their food rations.

My lady, he said indignantly. Why do these people keep calling you Sludge?

Because of the magic properties I can use. Im an earth mage, but I also have a modest affinity to water. Its considered a rare combination hence the harmless teasing.

Though she had always hated the name, Maxi tried to sound unbothered so as not to cause a fuss. She was worried Ulyseon might start a fight with the mages. Placating him with a smile, she began eating the thick stew he had brought her.

The sensation of the hot liquid warming her stomach was euphoric. After the cold weather had frozen their bread, meat, cheese, and b.u.t.ter, making everything impossible to even bite through, they had dumped it all into a boiling pot. Despite the lackl.u.s.ter culinary effort that had gone into it, the resulting stew was rather savory.

Have you seen Riftan? Maxi asked, chewing a piece of meat. Do you know what hes doing?

Whenever the expeditionary party stopped its march, the knights did not rest. Instead, they set about retrieving and lighting braziers, erecting windbreaks, searching for much-needed water, and scouting the area for monsters. Only after that did they finally sit down to eat.

Worried that Riftan might be skimping on sustenance, Maxi eyed the group of Remdragon Knights.

The commander is over there b.u.t.ting heads with the Temple Knight.

When Maxi turned to face Hebaron, the burly knight was chomping on a cut of frozen jerky. He pointed away with his thumb. Maxi squinted over to see Riftan and Kuahel seated at opposite ends of a table with a map spread between them. Though they were quite a distance away, she could tell they were indeed engaged in a battle of nerves.

Arriving after Hebaron, Garrow shook his head. They are arguing about which route to take. Its rather terrifying to watch. I had no idea they were so ill-disposed to each other.

It is that Temple Knight whos trying to pick a fight with Sir Riftan, Ulyseon retorted, leaping to Riftans defense. I would wager hes still angry about his defeat all those years ago. He is a petty man, that fellow.

Maxi flushed as she was reminded of the obscenities she had flung at Riftan, though she knew Ulyseon had blurted out the word without much thought.

He added darkly, Its usually the beaten dog that barks the loudest.

Again with the biting remarks, Hebaron said. He shoved the remaining jerky into his mouth and clicked his tongue. Go easier on the man. Its not as if the Holy Sword acts that way without reason. Its a clash of personalities, to be sure, but we all know our commander refuses to listen to anyone if he thinks hes right. Three times the paladins been driven up the wall after the Remdragon Knights broke an agreement with some crazy antic.

Hebaron raised three fingers.

We have yet to agree on

My answer remains the same. I have no intention of changing course. If you cannot accept that, you and your men are free to take whichever route you wish. I must say, for someone who was an unwelcome addition, you certainly have a lot of demands.

You b.l.o.o.d.y

Riftan bit back his outburst and looked at Maxi, the corners of his mouth still twitching with suppressed obscenities. After quietly gazing down at him, Kuahel left to join his knights.

Maxi watched as Riftan glared after the Temple Knight commander. As soon as he felt her eyes on him, he dropped her arm as though he had been burned. He picked up the bowl and walked over to the Remdragon Knights.

An anxious explanation tumbled out as she trailed him. I apologize for interrupting w-while you were having an important conversation. Sir Hebaron informed me you hadnt eaten, so I

Its fine. We werent discussing anything important.

After throwing Hebaron a barbed look, Riftan dragged a pail in front of a campfire to sit on. Maxi quickly brought another one and seated herself close to him.

Would you like me to bring you some beer? Th-Theyre also roasting bread and bacon over there. Would you like some of that too?

This is plenty.

But you usually eat more than that.

I tire more easily if Ive had too much. Its better to eat in moderation while on the move.

Oh I see.

An awkward silence pa.s.sed between them, and Riftan kept his gaze fixed on his bowl as he ate. It was almost always like this when she did not make conversation first. Maxi cast her eyes to the ground to hide her disappointment. She sc.r.a.ped the snow with her boot, then looked up at him once more. In that short moment, a lock of hair had slipped down over his eyes.

After a brief hesitation, Maxi reached out and swept his hair aside. Riftan lurched back from her, startled. It was as if she had threatened him with a knife.

Stunned by his overreaction, she sat and watched as he raked his hair back with a stony expression. He continued eating without another word. It was clear he was trying to finish the stew as quickly as possible so he could take his leave.

Um I think I will go over there, s-so take your time, she said, keeping her voice upbeat to mask the hurt.

Not far away, Hebaron had been observing the pair. For whatever reason, the knight burst into laughter as Maxi rose. She scowled at him before making her way to Rem.

Riftans ambiguous treatment of her continued even after that day. Though he did not seem to be purposefully avoiding her any longer, he still kept his distance.

Maxis patience was slowly wearing thin. She followed him around and tried to attend to him whenever she could, but despite her efforts to close the rift between them, his face only grew more and more austere. She could not understand why.

If she had the courage, she would have asked him outright. However, given that she was too scared of his answer, she could not say it aloud. She strove to be more agreeable while inwardly hoping that his treatment of her would naturally improve over time.

Once, she even mustered the confidence to offer to heal him. He had not responded with words, only with a look that said, Dont be ridiculous. Her face had flushed immediately.

She knew he had no need for healing or restorative magic, but she could not stop thinking up excuses to be physical with him. Riftan had not so much as brushed her pinky since their kiss, and he never allowed himself closer to her than necessary.

The tables had turned, and she was now the one burning with pa.s.sion. She was so desperate to touch him that she even began to harbor a wicked hope that he would sustain a minor wound.