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[Errant]

when my time comes around lay me gently in the cold dark earth It is impossible to not notice the forced way that the bay stallion greets him. Rather than become offended, Errant is simply curious – why is he so different from Straia? There’s the obvious answer, that like most horses new to Beqanna this stallion is accustomed to herds comprised of a single stallion and his harem of mares, and the arrival of another male is a threat to his dominance. But Killdare has given no other sign that this might be the case, and so Errant doesn’t assume. He seems rather at ease with Straia, and the piebald mare has an easy charm about her. Errant can’t really blame him. The black stallion returns the mare’s nod with one of his own. With no Grand Maester to oversee diplomacy in the Chamber (the result of the previous king, Errant is inclined to think), the responsibility falls to Errant to keep track of the kingdoms, and those who sit upon their thrones. The Tundra and the Chamber are not enemies (in his childhood, they had been bound together by blood), but neither are they the best of friends. They are both small kingdoms, driven and motivated, and it is likely that Kildare would flourish either place if e lives up to the promise he shows. Of course, Errant is not inclined to simply step aside and let fate play out with Killdare’s decision; he’d rather have something to do. He might not be as charming as Crito or as persuasive as Brennen, but Errant does have a lifetime of successes to thank the Tundra for and is inclined to share that with others. It’s his luck, of course, that Straia is asking the same questions that he would, leaving the shaggy black king with little to say. He thinks it might cause him to seem reticent or dull, but he is patient, and knows that Killdare’s answer to the bay and white mare’s answer will help determine if the Tundra can offer whatever it is that Killdare is searching for. e r r a n t no grave can hold my body down i'll crawl home to her