Chapter 17: Drowned in the River
The couch man increased his speed, hoping to flee for the port, but Abrielle was making things hard for them. The thudding sounds had successfully attracted the attention of the patrol guards who were on their hot pursuit.
"Halt in the name of the king!" They screamed at the mercenaries on the carriage. Oliver scoffed; they knew that if they stopped, even if the maid was not the one they were searching for, they might not make it out.
"Can you stop making a fuzz?." Oliver barked at Abrielle, she was clinging to the little hope she had. Oliver kicked the box causing Abrielle to hit her head against the wall. She was a bit disoriented and stopped banging the wall. She blacked out.
The carriage ran through the busy night street, knocking people away, and soon they gathered more attention as more guards were now on their trail.
"Come on, John, we can't be caught by these bastards." Oliver barked at John the couch man. The chase went on forever with the number of pursuers increasing each second.
The carriage bumped into another, causing it to lose a wheel. Some of the barrels in the back started to fall off. Abrielle woke up. She tried to peep through the holes to see what was happening outside, but her line of sight was blocked by a barrel.
The sound of several horses' hooves and neighing sounds of horses echoed everywhere. She knew they were gaining up on them. She was injured from bumping into the walls, and when Oliver stabbed the box, he cut her a couple of times.
Her entire body was aching but she didn't want to give up and continued bumping the walls. The carriage lost balance after losing a wheel, and Abrielle bumped her head against the walls.
Blood started to trickle down from her forehead, blurring her sight red, "Oliver, push her out of the trunk when we get to the Willow Bridge." John, the couch man, instructed Oliver.