He rode home from the graveyard the day of the funeral with my father.

Unfortunately she was riding high, far south of that, when Wolf and Green finally set out.

I refused to stay behind when my husband rode to war, of course.

Without another look he rode past them and on out of the camp.

And he rode away alone, of his own will.

"Warn the messenger to ride well clear of anything else that may have fallen."

He was here, riding back of his own free will.

The others could ride rings round him, of course.

"I told him he'd do well to ride clear of war, and he gave me no argument."

As they rode clear of the surrounding trees a sound of music came to their ears.