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Cuthbert half-smiled, a little ruefully, and raised his cup to her. "I'm sure," he agreed, taking a sip. "And for your information, it's not terrible. You get used to it pretty quickly. The terrible bit's the blisters and saddle sores when you're on a long sortie. That, and those nights when every time you lie down, new rocks appear to poke you in the back." He pulled a face, just as if he really minded things like that. Honestly, he'd never found that part nearly as difficult as he'd found it coming back to soft mattresses and pillows after a journey. "Although I guess you know that one, from that fairytale quest of yours."