She considered herself
an able rider, but holding somebody upright while moving down a road was a
tiring feat. Just a few turns away from the crossing her arms deemed it
necessary to protest against the unusual load. Once the forest began clearing
up, increasing the range of sight, her back joined the aching arms. Small
wonder – it had to hold double the weight. Yet she kept going in fear of
pursuit.
After one of the
limitless turns, when her body was screaming for a break, she heard a heavy
groan coming from her companion, sighed in deep relief and pulled over the
horse.
‘Oh gods….Where am I?
What happened?’, he mumbled.
‘Still in the forest’,
she replied. ‘And you should remember what happened. It wasn’t a knock-out
afterall. More like a bleed-out;, she chuckled. ‘How are you feeling?’
‘Bad. Although given
the circumstances, it could probably be worse. What did you do after I got, uh…’
‘Almost killed in a
single hit?’
He nodded with
distaste.
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