Life on the run was a harsh thing, but Jocelyn was always a free spirit and oft went hawking or riding and wasn't a stranger to forests, hills, and rivers. By her estimate, they travelled more than five hundred miles - a gruelling endeavour that left her tighs and bottom feeling rubbed raw from riding, but it was preferable to the alternative. Sleeping under the starry sky for the first time had been a harrowing experience, but it wasn't too bad once you got used to it. The morning stiffness would fade after some stretching, and there was no stuffy pageantry or the annoyance of the endless doves of tittering ladies.