Forged Destiny [Book 6: Ch. 13]

It was the hoofbeats that tipped me off first, and then the dust behind me as several figures hooded in black came out onto the road. Not Greycloaks, but pure black cloaks that covered their faces from view but did little to hide the caparisons on their mounts. Mistralian cavalry. A small squad of five. They must have seen a lone horseman cutting a path toward the city and come to the conclusion I was a refugee who'd escaped. They couldn't let me raise the alarm, and so I had to be killed.

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Leaning forward, I urged Faith on, pushing myself as flat as I could. The mare bucked her head but knew we were being pursued. Her feet stamped down quicker, her own head dipping along with mine. She was already covered in sweat, but even then she knew what she had to do.

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Their mounts were fresher than mine. Faith was a powerful horse, but she had her limits and had been running enough already. With a sigh, I tugged gently on her reins, careful not to try and stop her too quickly.

—Forged Destiny [Book 6: Ch. 13]