She pushed her feet to the sides of her horse, and drove it forward. She didn't want to be left along amongst the tents. She could almost see ghosts wandering from open doors, towards the fortress. It was a haunting place, and it had been made that in a matter of minutes since Tiberus' arrival. She didn't want to remain there. She shook her head, and tossed away the doubts, and pounded forward.
"Your Majesty!" Lancelot called after her. "Please wait! You mustn't ride so close to the site of battle!"
