Just a couple of days later, Heldon convinced Tival that he was ready to ride back to Waltham and that he would not keel over in the saddle and die on him. Tival agreed, but Heldon believed it was because he wanted to go to his mother’s shrine as soon as possible.
“Are you sure you want to go into the shrine by yourself?” Heldon asked for a fourth time as he watched Tival attempt to feed a carrot to an upset Blaze.
The chestnut stallion had hated Steelpoint, and Tival was failing to bribe him to not hold a grudge over it.
“I’d love it if you waited outside the shrine for me, but this is something I have to do alone. I hope you understand.” Tival said, voice warm.
“Of course, I’ll just wait outside.” Heldon took Blaze’s bridle and looked him in the eye.
“The sooner you eat, the sooner you’ll see Erik, ok?” Heldon negotiated with Blaze and the chestnut horse flicked his ears in appeasement and chomped on the carrot. He was rusty, but he still had the negotiator charm.