Chapter 49: The Crown’s Death
Lisa felt herself fall and knew she did not have much time, even though things seemed to be moving slowly. She knew this was a kick of adrenaline a body produces when it is faced with a life or death situation, and it was what she needed. Lisa reached into the back of her quill and took out the arrow she needed. She twisted the end and shot the bow, something that she had done a million times before. All those hours at archery practice paid dividends as the arrow flew across to the wooden frame with a stream of thin rope behind it that was attached to her bow. Lisa saw the arrow embed itself firmly and hung on to her bow for dear life. The next thing she felt was her right side smashing into a wooden log. Lisa felt her ribs crack , along with her shoulder. She gasped and coughed up blood.
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