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That evening, she arrived at the fountain before Elen. Strong enough now to use only one crutch, she leaned it against stone Aer and walked slowly around the fountain on her own two feet, stepping cautiously. Thrilled with success, she grinned. Elen arrived in time to see the big smile.
“Good news?” she asked. “Let me guess. Marc offered you a horse?”
“Yes, but that’s not why I’m smiling…”
“Wonderful!” Elen interrupted. “Which one?”
Neste took a deep breath. “Mallt. But I don’t want her, Elen, I really don’t. His groom would be a good rider. I suggested him to Marc.”
Elen held up a hand. “Stop right there. Are you sure you don’t want to ride? Ever?”
“No, I’m not sure.” Neste hesitated. Elen waited. “I have to give Marc my answer tomorrow but I think it will be no.”
“So what will you do?” Elen asked, her tone gentle.
“Does it sound mad to want to heal?”
“Of course not! You’d be a great healer! I bet Kenn would apprentice you. Think how much you’d learn. Is that what you want more than anything?”
“I’m so confused. I don’t know.” Neste looked out across the town as dusk turned to night. She’d forgotten to bring a lantern.
“Fy cyfaill, your heart knows best.”
Yes, she was Elen’s friend, no doubt about that. She wanted Elen’s friendship and she wanted marriage to Hoel. But rider or healer?
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