“To the gate!” Chorinna shouted, to no avail. The three of them would need to get there before the enemy and seal it. That’s when she heard another horse galloping, this time, behind them. Turning her head, she saw a huge black stallion, with a raven-haired rider in black armor mounted upon him. She was racing right for them! The magistrate grabbed the tradeswoman’s arm, and tackled the Constable to the side of the road.
Added 2019-05-27 07:00:01 +0000 UTCThe magistrate grabbed the tradeswoman’s arm, and tackled the Constable to the side of the road. All three landed in a pile, two of them dumbfounded to the meaning of this action, until the horse charged right by them. Clarabelle gave Chorinna a thankful nod, when she realized the horse would have run them down. But now, the foot soldiers were right behind them!
“Go on ahead, Constable, close the gates and stop the attack!” Chorinna ordered, “We’ll try to hold them off!” “With what?” Clarabelle responded. “Just go!” As the constable ran toward the gate, Chorinna and Eleanor stood in the road, weaponless. As dozens of soldiers advanced on them, only a small bridge over a stream standing between them and the enemy. “What was your plan?” Eleanor said. “I have no idea,” the échevin responded.
