A carriage sped along the old road, Tamara holding the reins. From her contorted facial features, one could tell that the injury she had managed to stabilize had severely deteriorated again.
After leaving Lance in a huff, she had been confident in her abilities.
Even with grievous injuries and most of her resources depleted, I, Tamara, can still escape to safety!
But now she had only one thought—Lance, save me!
She was soon back within Hamlet's boundaries. Even if she hadn't cried out, the soldiers at the guard posts would have noticed the wildly dashing carriage.
"What should we do?"
The jittery soldiers looked toward the distance. Two of them even considered moving barricades to block the road, but someone quickly realized something.
"The Lord said this carriage would return."
"Then let it pass. I'll go report to the Lord."
The soldiers didn't act rashly. Instead, they moved the barricades aside to make way, and one of them hurried off.
