The Minister shrugged, knowing very well that it was a genuine possibility, giving his lagging physical competence. "If the Gods are good, I will not. If the Gods are against us, however… Well, me falling from my horse shall be the least of the things that we have to worry about. The tightrope we walk gentlemen can see any degree of wind sending us tumbling from it."
"I suppose so," Skullic said. "But I would at least like to imagine a more glorious end than that. A greater struggle than simple bad luck. I'll see a second horse found for you, then. If you're going to ride hard, you might as well go all the way."
It was not something that Hod had asked for, given that he would have preferred the time to rest from the saddle himself, using the excuse that he too was letting his horse rest. With a second beat, however, that escape route was removed from him. He accepted the gift with a tight expression. "Very well."
