WITH THE CAVALRY LEAVING AT the end of the week they threw us into five days of intensive training with them. An Aswaran centaur had been assigned to each of us. I stood, staring at Belsesus with a dubious expression. He flashed an overly sincere smile. 'Really, Princess, I don't understand the problem.'
I chewed on my lip for a second while regarding his offered arm.
'Weirdest piggy back ride ever,' I muttered, then clasped his arm and leaped up. Hmmm; an important thought suddenly occurred to me. 'Uhh, Belsesus? How am I meant to hang on?'
'With your thighs, of course, Princess.'
Without seeing his face, I couldn't tell if there was innuendo in that line or not. My face burned as I squeezed with my legs.
'Atta girl!'
That definitely had innuendo, and when he reached back to slap my leg it took all my self-control not to break his arm. The cretin enjoyed this far too much.
'Shuddup.'
'Yes, Your Highness.'