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time to unsaddle the horses after battle. A set
of what seemed to be braces hung from its
sides, surely to keep Lord Chaol stabilized,
and Elide unhooked them. Any weight,
anything to slow her, had to be discarded.
Elide gathered the reins. “To the
battlefield, Farasha.”
With a whinnying cry, Farasha plunged
into the fray.
Soldiers leaped from their path, and Elide
did not stop to apologize, did not stop for
anyone, as she and the black mare charged
toward the gates. Then through them.
And onto the plain.