We were riding in silence for what seemed like an eternity, but in reality was probably only a few hours, when I spotted a small lake beside the road. "Selestra? Let us stop to rest."

She pulled her mare to a stop and turned it around.

"The horses are thirsty," I said, and then quickly dismounted my black stallion and headed toward the lake. Eying the clear water, my horse hurried straight for it.

"So am I," I thought she said behind me, but I wasn't sure. She ...