"Do not fear for your lives! Remember I can heal you," I shout amidst the ongoing melee outside of my carriage. The horse pulling my carriage is long gone, it's harness having been cut shortly after Claude's departure.
Occasionally, I am rocked back and forth as bodies collide with the carriage I am cowering away in. I see flashes of strangers outside - a bushy beard, calloused hands that accidentally grab the broken window and yelp, a terrible smile as someone managed to peep inside my carriage that Rusella is fiercely defending.
They are terribly outnumbered, Rusella and this one other guard. Without looking outside, I would wager it's about 10 to 2. I have faith in Rusella's aptitude given that she secretly is my father's spymaster, but even if you are the best fighter in the world, those aren't the best odds.
