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Egalite must have felt the impact of the arrow, because she bucked out her back legs and then bolted into a dead run.
Bradamante gasped at the pain in her thigh. She tried to pull the arrow free, but it was in too deep.
All she could do was hold on to Egalite’s mane and let the horse speed them away from the danger.
Another arrow flew. Bradamante heard it hit the ground behind her.
There might be only one archer. If there were more, the arrows would have flown in faster succession.
The ten riders in front of her turned their horses toward the woods.
Bradamante wondered whether she should join them. But the arrow through her thigh would make it difficult for her to fight.
She needed to remove it. Or ask someone else to do it.
She turned Egalite to the right. One of the ten migh
