The fact she was in possession of a horse did not mean she had the ability to ride one. Ever since she was traveling by herself after the mutilation she had a horse with her but only to guide her movements. The animal would be her eyes and it faithfully walked the roads created by the travelers of Syzuk. It was beyond her skills to ride a horse. Walking beside one kept her largely in control of the animal but if she mounted it the horse would have all the control. For someone like her that would be dangerous. It was impossible to tell where the animal would take her and she couldn’t afford to place her trust in a horse or anyone else beside herself for that matter. Ever since she had escaped from the prison of the Baratheon’s she never let down her guard. He was determined to punish her for a crime she did not commit. Taking away her sight had not satisfied the sadistic bastards they wanted her dead. People could not handle the truth. The young noble who had come to see her this morning reacted like they all did. Enraged and crazed. He could also have sent someone after her.
Her profession was a dangerous one, ungrateful but necessary. Great Kings and queens would request for a seer or an oracle to come and predict the course of a great battle. While her clients were no kings or queens she did much the same. Of course no one liked to hear his wife was cheating on him or that his child would be a still born. All she knew was that she wasn’t done living.
She got onto her horse with effort the young man sitting behind her. His plan was foolish but he truly seemed to want to help her. If it meant she was going to survive then so be it. But he wasn’t going to get any favors from her because of it. He wanted to be a knight in shining armor fine but she was no damsel in distress. Before she lost her sight she was quite a feisty combatant. Aside from her fortune telling talents the marksmen of the Lescanzi taught her a simple yet effective style of hand to hand combat. It used the strength of the opponent against them and almost any object could be used as an improvised weapon. They sat on the horse for a few seconds listening to the sounds around them.
Her hearing had grown sharper as had her other senses and when she divined her eyes were usually closed. Katerina carefully handed the reins to the young man behind her.
“I can’t ride……”
She didn’t know how far his cart would be or what was inside it. If there was truly an assassin after her she doubted the both of them stood a chance. She might be able to predict the future but that did not mean she had the power to change it.