[color=f26522]"If I had known you were bringing your horse,"[/color]  he paused a moment in thought, [color=f26522]"Well, I still would have left mine behind.  If she doesn't rest she'll probably die out there."[/color]  

He glanced down at Gale's axe, and patted his own dagger, [color=f26522]"I also see you're better armed than me, but I figured if I put even one more chip in that sword Demund would skin me alive and make a new scabbard for it out of my hide.  Lead the way, Ga..."[/color]  

He trailed off with his hand pointing across the bridge from Mashal, his eyes glassed over.  Another strange unbidden thought was coming in.  He was having trouble making the words out, just as before, but the foreignness of the thought was more prominent than ever.  

He took a step across the bridge, as if he were going to take the lead instead, but stopped, and turned back to smile at the others, as if they were the ones holding things up.  

[color=f26522]"Come on!"[/color]