Sometimes I just wish I could call upon my Westfold horse and gallop off in to the distance! I am sorry to sound so harsh, but sometimes being followed can frustrate me when I want to be alone.
I am Pashwyl Calenard, captain of Rohan. It was a difficult decision for me to leave my people, but I am a young woman with much of the world to see. And these lands are so beautiful, despite the evil that tries to spoil so much of the ground that we tread.
My own company is something that I enjoy. Not that I do not like people – nothing could be further from the truth – but I prefer such encounters to be shared amongst the many inns that I have discovered on my travels.
My problem is young Bert. A fine and brave herald that first caught my eye whilst I was visiting the Shire, home of the little folk. I know not why Bert was there (maybe he was following me before that – I did often feel a presence behind me as I took the long path from Archet). Since we spoke in Michel Delving, he has barely left me alone. I fear that he has fallen for me somewhat, and is at my side more often than my own shadow.
I should not be ungrateful, for he has often provided great assistance to me in battle. Indeed I do often cruelly demand him to fight on my behalf and, bless him, he always charges forth to defend my honour. But he can frustrate me at times, often trying to battle two or three foes when I only commanded him to attack one, putting both of us in great danger.
He is also so very jealous! He knows that I have a love of music, yet whenever I speak to a bard he disappears to sulk. I guess I should take the opportunity to quickly ride out of town, but I would not have the heart. I would not want to hurt him, and although I complain I do find the need to call him back on those rare occasions that he does roam elsewhere. I just fear that he will end up being hurt, as I do not share the same feelings as he seems to have for me. For that reason, I have not yet called upon my horse.