I got off my horse, but I was in no mood to deal with his rudeness. "Dark Clouds, do you still have that spare shield?" Iften turned back to me. "One thing more." Iften dismounted, and called out to one of the younger warrior-priests. "Your Guardian is right." Keekai moved her horse close on my other side. I sat back up, adjusting my armor, and gave him a withering look. "The horse is trained to run, if we are attacked and you lay flat like this. "You must be low, less of a target." Iften removed his hand. I grunted, trying to press myself further down. Iften rose in his saddle and reached over to press at the base of my spine. Greatheart stirred beneath me, turning his head to look at what I was doing. I tried it, laying down on Greatheart's back, trying to mimic his actions. "If we are attacked by archers, do this." He lay down the length of his horse, his body pressed tight along the horse's spine, his face almost buried in the horse's mane. I turned, and lifted an eyebrow at Iften in surprise. I looked around to find Keekai not far, mounting her own horse. The camp was abuzz around us, as the last tents were taken down and packed. When he was satisfied, he mounted as well. He walked around Greatheart, checking the various straps that made up the tack. Iften frowned at me from the ground, took my satchel, and secured it to my saddlebags. I nodded, and tried to mount with some grace.
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