Ranger's Apprentice 12: The Royal Ranger (21 page)

‘Who’s that?’ she asked, as she reined in beside Will. He gave a faint smile and leaned forward to run his fingers through the horse’s shaggy mane, tugging it affectionately.

‘An old friend,’ he said. ‘Named Bellerophon. I like to see him whenever I’m out this way. But it’s been a while. Haven’t seen him since . . .’

The words faded and so did his smile. Instinctively, Maddie knew that he had been about to say
since Alyss died
. She covered up the awkward lull in the conversation.

‘He looks somehow . . . familiar,’ she said.

Will nodded and pointed to where Tug was standing in the saddling yard.

‘He looks like Tug,’ he said, and she nodded, seeing the resemblance now that he mentioned it. This horse was older, and his grey hair was white around the muzzle. But his whole conformation was the same. And he stood the same way, holding his head at a slight angle while he listened to them, just as she’d noticed Tug doing.

‘He was my first Ranger horse,’ Will continued. ‘In fact, he was my first horse. I didn’t have a wealthy mum and dad – and I didn’t have a smart Arridan to ride on.’

Will tried the gibe as an experiment, to see if the reference to her parents, and the associated fact that they had disowned her, would produce an angry reaction. He was pleased to see that she smiled in return.

Interesting, he thought. Perhaps she meant what she said to Young Bob. Perhaps she is starting to enjoy all this.

‘So how long ago was that?’ Maddie asked.

Will shook his head. ‘Longer than I care to remember. But I recall I was just as excited about him as you seem to be about young Bumper here.’

Bumper snorted and shook his mane at the mention of his name. Maddie leaned forward and patted his neck.

‘He really is remarkable,’ she said. ‘You have no idea.’

‘I’m sure I don’t,’ Will replied gravely.

Just then Young Bob cantered slowly up to join them. His face split in that now familiar smile as he eyed Will on Bellerophon’s back.

‘How does he feel?’ he asked.

Will looked down at the horse, leaning a little to see the traces of the cruel scar that marked his right shoulder.

‘Like I’ve never been away,’ he admitted.

Young Bob chuckled. He’d grown up in the service of the Rangers and their horses and he always enjoyed seeing them reunited. ‘He’s still got quite a turn of speed on him, hasn’t he?’

Will shook his head. ‘I didn’t want to push him too hard,’ he said. ‘I didn’t want him straining anything or pulling any muscles.’

‘Aaah, not that one,’ the horse trainer said. ‘He’d run at the drop of a hat, he would. And he’d show some of these younger ones his heels while he was at it.’

At which statement, both Bumper and Tug raised their heads and snorted and stamped a protest. Bellerophon looked from one to the other. Maddie could have sworn that he sniggered, if a horse could ever be said to do so.

They brushed and watered the horses, then had lunch with Young Bob. Will had brought fresh, crusty bread and sharp cheese, and several thick slices of ham. And Bob had crisp fresh lettuces and radishes from his small vegetable plot. Bob and Will drank coffee, sweetening it with large spoonfuls of honey. Maddie, as was her custom, drank milk.

Young Bob shook his head as he watched her.

‘Don’t know as I’ve heard of a Ranger who didn’t drink coffee,’ he said doubtfully.

Will shrugged. He was almost resigned to Maddie’s dislike of the traditional Ranger brew by now.

‘New times, Bob,’ he said. ‘I suppose we have to move with them.’

‘Not me. Tradition is tradition, I say. Enough change that you’ve got a female apprentice, without her not drinking coffee. It’s too much change, too quick.’

‘Excuse me,’ said Maddie, ‘do you have to discuss me and my drinking habits while I’m sitting right here?’

The two men regarded her for several seconds. Then they looked at each other and replied in unison.

‘Yes.’

Maddie rolled her eyes and reached for the tumbler of milk. She took a deep draught of the fresh, cool liquid.

‘You don’t know what you’re missing,’ she told Will.

‘Nor do I want to,’ he replied.

When they finished the meal, Will and Maddie cleared the table and washed the platters and knives they had been using. While they were doing so, Young Bob excused himself and went outside. He’d gone silent towards the end of the meal and Maddie looked curiously at Will.

‘He’s saying goodbye to Bumper,’ he told her. ‘Bob gets very attached to his horses. Sometimes I believe that he thinks they’re only on loan to us. In a way, I suppose they are,’ he added.

She moved to the window and glanced out. The little bowlegged man was standing by Bumper, his face almost touching the horse’s. She could see his lips moving but she couldn’t make out the words. Instinctively, she began to move towards the door, but Will stopped her.

‘Leave them,’ he said. ‘You’ll embarrass both of them if they see you’re watching.’

She nodded, realising he was right, and moved back to the kitchen table. Will had washed the plates and she took a small towel and began to dry them, stacking them when she had done so. A few minutes later, Bob re-entered the cabin, his smile back in place.

‘Just a few last-minute instructions for the boy,’ he said. ‘Wanted to make sure he wouldn’t buck you off again – less’n you deserve it.’

They made their farewells to Young Bob, then went out to where their horses were waiting. They mounted and rode out, with Maddie leading Sundancer on a light halter. The Arridan seemed content to follow behind them. He didn’t seem concerned that he had been replaced in Maddie’s affections by the shaggy little black-and-white-patched horse. But then, he and Maddie had never had the close relationship that had already developed between her and Bumper. She chattered happily as they rode, extolling her new horse’s many virtues.

For the most part, Will responded with monosyllabic grunts, but she seemed not to notice his lack of enthusiasm for the subject of her horse and his amazing qualities.

‘He’s so light on his feet!’ she gushed. ‘You’d swear they barely touch the ground when he’s galloping. And as for his speed! Well, I’ve never seen a horse run as fast as he can. He really is quite incredible! One time, we came upon a ditch before I realised it was there and he simply gathered himself and seemed to fly over it! Honestly, it was like flying. One minute we were galloping, the next we were soaring over this ditch.’

Tug turned his head to look at Will. Will shrugged. Tug broke wind. But Maddie didn’t seem to notice. Or if she did, she didn’t understand that Tug intended the rude noise as a judgemental comment.

‘And then Bob showed me how I could get him to pace harder, so that a tracker couldn’t see if I’d dismounted. Did you know they could do that?’

‘I seem to recall hearing it many years ago,’ Will replied dryly. He sensed Tug was about to make another unpleasant noise and poked him sharply with his hand to stop him. Tug shook his mane.

‘Yes, well, they can do it. And he showed me so many of his other tricks and little ways. Bumper really is quite amazing!’

Finest horse that ever lived.

Will squeezed Tug gently with his thighs to let him know he had heard. He thought Maddie might feel it was odd if he started having a conversation with his horse. Which was what made her next question all the more remarkable.

‘Will,’ she began, ‘can I ask you a question?’

‘You just did,’ he replied, and felt an instant pang of nostalgia. How many times had that same exchange taken place between himself and Halt, he wondered? He was pleased to see that Maddie was just as thrown out of her stride by that reply as he used to be.

‘What? Oh . . . er. Yes, I suppose I did. But anyway, can I ask you another . . .’ She stopped herself in time as she realised she was leaving herself open to the same reply. She paused, then said, choosing her words deliberately, ‘I’d like to ask a question if you don’t mind.’

Will nodded assent. ‘Go right ahead.’

‘Well, it’s just . . . I mean . . . this may sound silly, I suppose . . .’

‘Wouldn’t be too surprised by that.’

She glared at him. She desperately wanted to ask her question but was fearful that she might make herself look foolish. Will gestured for her to continue. She took a deep breath.

‘I mean . . . do you ever get the feeling that your horse is talking to you?’

That caused Will to sit up straight in the saddle. He’d never discussed the communication he experienced with Tug. He’d long suspected that Halt and Abelard had a similar bond. But apparently, Maddie had felt it already with Bumper.

Perhaps we were right in selecting her for the Corps, he thought. Aloud, he replied: ‘A horse? Talking? Are you serious?’

Maddie went very red in the face and looked away hurriedly.

‘No. No. Just a silly notion, I suppose. Forget I mentioned it.’

He nodded. But he didn’t forget it. The comment stayed with him long into that night.

MADDIE’S TRAINING CONTINUED
, but now there was an extra element added to her schedule. In addition to her other skill training, she now had daily sessions with Bumper, where horse and rider developed their already close relationship into a deep, intimate understanding.

Bumper was rapidly becoming, as she had previously observed, an extension of herself, responding to her slightest signal, instantly aware of what she expected of him. In turn, she learned to interpret the many signals the horse sent to her – warnings of possible danger, the presence of an unknown person or the approach of a potentially dangerous animal.

There were also fitness sessions, involving long runs through the surrounding countryside, or the obstacle course that Will had improvised for her. He alternated these with basic instruction in unarmed combat, teaching her to strike with the heel of her hand rather than a closed fist – ‘A fist is an excuse to break your fingers,’ he said –
and how to use an attacker’s weight and impetus against him in a series of simple yet effective movements.

And there were tracking and camouflage lessons. Will and Maddie rode through the fief, looking for and identifying different animal tracks, following innocent travellers without making them aware that they were being tracked and standing, wrapped in her cloak, on the verge of the road, while travellers passed by, oblivious to the fact that Maddie was a few metres away.

‘Trust the cloak,’ Will told her repeatedly. ‘And don’t move. Even if you think you’ve been spotted.’

So her days were full and, at the end of each one, she was happy to roll into her bed, exhausted, and sleep soundly till the following morning, when the whole sequence would begin again.

She still went to Wensley Village each morning to fetch fresh bread and milk for the day. But now she rode instead of walking.

Will had previously banned her from riding Sundancer to the village. ‘He’s altogether too exotic for these parts,’ he had told her cryptically. But now that she had Bumper, he lifted this restriction. ‘A Ranger and her horse should do things together,’ he explained.

Maddie wasn’t quite sure what the difference was, but she was happy to ride Bumper, talking to him, patting him and generally enjoying his company, on her early morning excursions. Even a task as simple as fetching bread and milk became enjoyable in Bumper’s company, she thought. Perhaps that was what Will had in mind.

So the sight of the small, upright figure, wrapped in her camouflage cloak, riding the shaggy black and white horse
and with her bow across the saddle in front of her, became a familiar one in the village. Maddie was at first bemused, then a little flattered, as she realised that she had become something of a celebrity among the teenagers in the village. As a Ranger, she was a mysterious and intriguing figure – all the more so because she was the first girl to be taken on for Ranger training.

There was a group of half a dozen boys and girls roughly her own age in the village. They looked on her with some awe and a lot of respect – and envy. Their own lives were routine and circumscribed. Life in a small village held little in the way of excitement, whereas the new girl among them was an apprentice Ranger. She carried a bow, and they had observed on several occasions, when they had crept through the woods to watch her practise, that she knew how to use it.

As Maddie rode through the village, they took to calling to her and greeting her. From time to time she would rein Bumper in and stop to talk with them. She enjoyed their obvious hero worship – particularly that of the young girls. She wouldn’t have been human if she hadn’t. She found a quiet satisfaction and enjoyment in being a minor celebrity. But by now she had learned not to become too full of herself because of it.

Of course, in her time at Castle Araluen, she had had a circle of admirers and acquaintances. But she had sensed that most of them were more impressed by her title and her position than by her personal worth. At Araluen, she was the princess, and people around her vied for her attention and approval simply because she was the princess – not out of any real desire to be her friends.

Here, it was different. Aside from a small circle of people that included Jenny, Baron Arald and Lady Sandra, Halt and Lady Pauline, nobody knew Maddie’s real identity. Will had thought it best not to reveal her royal lineage to others.