She pointed with her poniard.
“It was wise of us to halt here. That might be a dangerous passage for us if enemies were near.”
But no hostile thing showed itself; the river was like a silver dream in the green slumber of the woods.
When they had finished their meal and rested awhile, Martin roped up the baggage and untethered the horse.
“You will ride for an hour.”
Mellis rebelled.
“No; you cannot shoulder all that gear.”
“Let us see.”
He slung the sacks over one shoulder, one in front and one behind, and hoisted the tools on to the other.
“I am younger than the horse.”