To the west, the last of the setting sun's rays slip across the peaks of the Mountains of the Moon, throwing a dazzling rainbow into the cool evening sky as the light drizzle that hung in the air all afternoon tapers off, and the clouds begin pulling back, revealing a stunning red glow in the twilight.
"Blood," says Hanna, to no one in particular.
"What's that now?" Haken looks to the young woman riding next to the baggage cart. With the end of the drizzle, Ser Gough's lady Dawlyn and her maid-in-waiting decided to ride in the open.
"The sky's have wept, and now show that blood will spill." Hanna looks from Haken to Robin, and then turns forward, as if looking for some distant object. "This very night."
"Hanna, child," coos Dawlyn softly in her native Braavosi tongue, but easily understood by the steward riding beside Haken. "Do not frighten the men. They would not understand." Then, in the common tongue of Westeros, although still thick with her Braavosi accent, she turns to Haken and Robin. "Fear not. Hanna is sometimes plagued with wisps of nightmares. Lys may be known for its beauty, but for those outside the city, nearer the Disputed Lands, the constant fighting and occasional Dothraki khalasar can be most terrifying." Dawlyn gently places her hand on Hanna's wrist, and the maid-in-waiting smiles shyly.
"Indeed."
A sharp slap from the maester's cart interrupts Haken's thoughts.
"...-meant no disrespect. I had to remove the bindings to help you breath!" Maester Karlon's voice is barely heard through the heavy drapes of his wagon.
"My lady?", asks a quavering voice, also from within the maester's wagon.
"Still unconscious I'm afraid. You both took a terrible fall back in the woods. But she is doing well, as is the babe." Some rustling is made behind the heavy drapes, and the wagon rocks a bit. "No, please, lie down. You're not fully recovered."
"Maester, I thank you, but there are things that must be known... and things that must not be."
"And they will be. They will be." says Maester Karlon, his calm voice becoming harder to hear. "We're almost at the Three Creeks Inn. You'll be able to get up and about there, but for now, you should still rest."
Further up the column, Talmond drops back to ride along nearer to Ser Laton and Ser Jarl. "Inn's just over the next rise, Sers." He nods towards a rustling creek that snakes along the road beside them. "Wouldn't be surprised if our supper was swimming in there right now."
"Eh? Supper?" asks Ser Gough, some distance behind. Talmond rolls his eyes upon hearing what was undoubtedly the knight's stomach growl. "I believe I'll be having mutton myself. Fish from the creek is not the type of fishy taste I prefer." He slaps his knee as he roars with laughter, amused at his own secret wit.
When the ridge is crested, the Three Creeks Inn is cloaked in the cool shadows of tall pine trees. The inn itself is a solidly built structure of stone and timber, two storeys high, and nearly 20 yards to a side. Apart from the inn proper, two other buildings stand nearby - one a stable, and the other some sort of storehouse. The three creeks that lend their name to the inn meet in a small pool behind the stable, and several horses drink from the fresh water while tied to nearby posts.
"Ser Rolston's here already," says Talmond, pointing out the elderly knight's banner beside his horse, currently being groomed by his squire Ollin Erenger.
A swish of air draws attention to the far side of the creek, where a dashing young man balances easily on a stump, whipping a thin blade about him in an intricate show. "Just so!" he announces, striking an elaborate pose as he finishes his display. After holding it for a moment, he notices the new arrivals on the ridge, and then he flips his blade upright behind his back and bows so deeply, the plume from his hat nearly grazes the ground. A sharp click of his heels, and the bravo is upright again, and continues practicing his display, punctuating it with zestful, "Just so!"
"There doesn't seem to be many horses in the stable right now, Ser Laton," notes Talmond. "Do you want us to set up camp here in the field, or do you want to settle in the inn?"