Chapter 8: Anything for Him
Logic left as Irene thought of all the possible worst-case scenarios. Had he suffocated? Was he crushed under the rocks and not simply trapped?
She slipped off of her horse who she left towards the trees so he would at least have weeds and grass to munch on while he waited for his owner.
As all of the possible bad things flooded her mind, she didn't think about how she probably shouldn't rush forward and reveal herself to the knights. She was only acting out because it was all she knew how to do. After all, the man most important to her was in trouble.
"Who goes there?!" one of the knights shouted and she brushed them off immediately.
They didn't see her as a threat.
Irene kept running until she was at the rocks where the other men were. Determined to make a difference, all she did was climb up the stack and start grabbing the ones she could lift, tossing them to the side as if it was going to make a major difference.
A few knights who were already exhausted from working through the night began to gather.
"Who are you?" one of the men shouted, pulling back the hood of his cloak as he did so.
Seeing the men show interest in her caused her to pause momentarily and she turned to them.
After all her mother had told her about the rowdy knights and how a young lady like her couldn't trust herself with them, she only pulled her hood lower.
"I am Sir Arthur's child!" she declared. "I am here to rescue him."