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 Lord Roth mounted the saddle stiffly and with obvious discomfort. Wearily he shook his head in disgust and quickly wished he had not, as his vision began to swim once more. With slow deliberate movements he slowly inched his hand down to the saddlehorn to retrieve the leather water canteen which hung from it. Gritting his teeth as his fingers throbbed in agony after recently being re-set aftee being broken, and grabbed hold of the swinging vessel. With infinate care he raised the canteen to his bruised and battered face and winced as his split lip opened up once more; as he took a swig of lukewarm water. After returning the vessel to it's original place on the saddlehorn he looked up sharply as Kalidus whinneyed in apparent sympathy.

 "Don't give me any of that you vandal." Grouched Lord Roth testily, "I'm in bloody agony here."
Kalidus, recognising the scolding tone in his masters voice, dropped it's mighty head and flattened it's ears at the rebuke and continued plodding along in silence. Lord Roth was pissed off, and continued to stare huffily at the back of Kalidus' head; and no bloody wonder.

 There he was snoozing away against a tree absolutely knackered after killing all those sodding beastmen. Then making camp, stitching the nasty wound in his side and giving Kalidus a rub down and feed. When not half an hour into his snozzle Kalidus only started having one of his sodding dreams again didn't he. Causing the damn horse to start pawing the ground and kick his powerful back legs. And before he could fully awake from his stupor, the blasted horse had rolled over and pinned him against the bole of the tree; crushing him. And then proceeded to kick and brutaly trample the Lord Roth into complete unconciousness.

 When he finaly came to, in a sea of burning agony he turned his head to look for Kalidus who was standing dejectedly nearby. Through dry swollen lips he called weakly to his steed. And when no answer came, the Lord Roth in worry had somehow managed to make it to his feet despite his broken ribs and crushed body, and walked drunkenly towards the strangely silent horse. He had the managed to grasp Kal's tail and work his way up to the beasts mighty head. All the while calling Kal's name hoping for the slightest response. When suddenly, like air rushing out a bellows. The bloody thing let out a really thunderous snore and continued to do so in earnest, oblivious to the knight clinging in desperate agony to him.

 In seething rage and frustration he had bellowed in his faithful horses ear, "Kalidus wake up you ponce!" Only for the horse to get spooked and bolt off with the Lord Roth still clinging tightly to it's mane. He had managed to hold on for a few seconds only as his fingers were broken, and fell under the horses hind legs. And once more Kalidus on instinct, proceded to visciously trample him into brutal unconsciousness.

 When next Lord Roth awoke it was to absolute hell, and after realising he could still move was about to try and stand. When a warm wet tongue began to lick the side of his neck. Slowly and in great pain the Lord Roth turned and looked at his steeds black liquid eyes in ludicrous amazement, half expecting to see horns had sprouted from the things bloody head. And after reasuring himself there was none, had been furiously livid with Kal; and had been in the huff with him for the last two days.

 "Alright,alright stop your moping Kal'" said Lord Roth to his steed. "I'm fine now...it's just...i would'nt have been so angry if you had'nt already done the same thing only a couple of months ago dammit." moaned the agonised knight. Kalidus realising he was being let out of the doghouse, perked up his ears and began to prance happily as Lord Roth began to scratch fondly at the great steeds neck.
"I'm gonna have to start sleeping up trees at night if these damn flashbacks keep happenin' in your sleep, you senile old sod."

 And together, they headed deeper into the forest of Chalons.