Gregor was awake before the sun was above the horizon. He lay where he was, keeping his eyes closed trying to steal a little more sleep. The problem was his lower back, sleeping for any length of time on the ground meant waking up with a sore back. Even his down mattress didn't help all that much, but it did mean that he could sleep longer before his back started to interrupt his sleep. The doctors said that it was too much time at his counting desk. Gregor thought that it was old age and nothing more, or perhaps old age and a counting desk.
The censor and his men ate broke their fast quickly and continued their journey towards the capital. near mid morning they stopped to stretch their legs and water the horses. Gregor stepped away from his horses stretching his hands high above his head and rocking gently from left to right.
"The back?" Asked Barath.
"Aye. Don't get old Barath."
"Oh?" Barath laughed.
"Trust me it's highly overrated."
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