Claude listened carefully to the latest refrain and turned to Sven.
“That one was different.”
“The first two were ‘Distress – overwhelming numbers’. The last one was garbled, I’ve no idea what it was saying.”
“Maybe, or one of the other Warriors he was inviting to the council? It sure sounded like a warrior’s horn.”
They looked intently at each other for a few nervous seconds.
“If it’s something even Warriors can’t handle …”
“I know, I know but we are mounted, should be able to outrun a weir if it came to that.”
“He never should have left us behind in the first place.”
Claude turned to Herman his mind apparently made up.
“Unharness the horse and gallop to safety in Pheonton. We’re going to check on the Marshal.”
“But my salvage.”
If Sven and Claude had a reply for Franklin, it was lost in the noise of their hooves pounding back up the mountain. Herman answered him though, as he jumped down and started messing with harness system they had improvised.
“It’s Walt’s family’s salvage and the Rangers will make sure it gets to them eventually. The horse is worth far more than a bit of ale anyway.”
“You go with your horse then, leave the mare alone though cause I’m not leaving this sledge.”
Herman turned back to him and scrunched his face.
“Fredrick, your voice sounds different.”
“Well ya. I’m a little excited. Yer trying to get me in trouble for abandoning me charge!”
Franklin tried to slowly ease back into the voice he had created for Fredrick. Hoping the change was slow enough not to draw attention to how different it was.
“You can’t stay up here without a larger escort. There are more weirs in these mountains then there have been since the Warriors first pushed them back a generation ago. On the horse you have a chance, on the sledge … you don’t.”