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.Ashe nodded, a slight motion beneath the hood of his cloak, but enough for Katsu.Humans and horses alike dropped their heads and soldiered on.The estate came out of the rain suddenly, nearly on top of them.The great gates were shaped like writhing dragons with a woman between them, the handles her hands.Katsu sidled his horse up and undid the latch.There didn't seem to be any guards, but then, if the rumors were true and she did keep dragons on the premises, Ashe couldn't think of anyone stupid enough to try and attack or steal from her.The gate swung open, soundless under the hammer of rain, and they rode inside.The manor house stood on the other side of a great expanse of lawn, gardens off to the sides and more buildings visible around the edges of the house.The drive was some sort of red stone, chipped into small pieces that would have crunched under the horses' hooves, Ashe guessed, if they hadn't been so wet.They were halfway to the manor when a man and a boy came running from the side, broad-brimmed hats sheltering their faces from the rain."Come on," Katsu yelled, and kneed his horse up into a trot.Ashe didn't have the energy for that, but his horse followed anyway, leaving him clinging to the horn and bouncing in the saddle.The dragon cooed, and somehow the sound was miserable."I know how you feel," Ashe muttered."Just a little bit farther."Then he realized he was talking to an animal and clamped his jaw shut.His horse stopped near the boy, who took its bridle and rubbed its face, murmuring en-dearments that Ashe couldn't make out."They'll take care of you at the house," the man shouted, already holding the pack horse."We'll bring your things up."Katsu swung down easily, splashing on the red stones.Ashe couldn't imagine how he was going to swing his leg over, much less do it in such a way that he didn't squash the dragon.Then Katsu was there at his knee, one hand on his hip and the other on his ribs, above the coils of leathery hide."One movement at a time," Katsu said.Somehow, the words were both comforting and firm, a balm to Ashe's raw nerves and a warning that they were going to do this, one movement at a time.With a deep breath, Ashe kicked his other foot free of the stirrup and stood.His leg didn't quite clear the cantle when he swung it over the horse's rump, but Katsu's hands on him kept him stable.He nearly fell back, crashing into a hard chest and hearing the dragon screech as it was almost squished between their bodies.It came twisting out of his cloak fast enough to send Ashe's head whiplashing to one side, a wing scratching across his face as it launched."Come on," Katsu said, pulling one of Ashe's arms over his shoulder and practically dragging him forward."The dragon went right for the door.It's the smartest thing here."Ashe let a chuckle vibrate through his chest, but didn't know if it got any farther.The two males were already leading the horses away at a trot, and the front door stood open, an imposing figure watching them walk up the steps."Baths are being drawn for you," the figure said in lieu of any introduction."I'll show you the way."The dragon was nowhere to be seen.Ashe tipped his head back to see the grand stair-case wind up and up, and didn't know how he was going to make it.Then the imposing figure stepped up to his empty side, sliding under his arm.Between him and Katsu, they took nearly all of his weight."Is the.gentleman ill?" He spoke unlike anyone Ashe had ever heard, as if he had marbles in his mouth that he didn't dare allow to spill."Not contagious," Katsu grunted."But a bath and a bed would do him some good.""He may take the first guest bedroom on the right.And you--""I'll be seeing to him," Katsu interrupted.Ashe flinched.Somehow, he didn't think this imposing figure appreciated being interrupted.And somehow, just in the way the man moved, Ashe suspected this man wasn't one to annoy.But the man simply said, "Indeed," and they climbed the stairs in silence.***Ashe woke slowly, encased in soft, warm blankets over him and a feather mattress un-derneath him.His back, unused to something so soft, twinged in annoyance.Rain still fell outside, visible through the imperfect glass of the window, shutters open to the uncertain light.For a long while he wasn't sure where he was.This couldn't possibly be another inn.For starters, none of them had beds this nice, and none of them kept the rooms this warm
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