Branches lashed against Charlotte as they raced through the forest. Blindfolded and tied securely to the horse, she couldn't use her hands to protect herself, nor could she see. One of the knights had her horse tethered to him and she had no choice but to turn and lower her head and try to avoid the branches as they whipped against her. She knew her face and neck bled from scratches, and her body had also suffered as they rode quickly through narrow paths. They seemed to ride for an eternity, but where they were going she had no idea. She was just grateful to be alive.
Finally, Sir Wystan called a halt, and they stopped. The horses were allowed water from a stream and she was allowed to tend to her own needs. It was approaching nightfall and instead of hurrying, the knights were content
