Thinking back, she doubted she could do it again a second time. Nevertheless, that was all the more reason to get moving and escape all the madness. The king’s men were gaining on them, getting closer and closer. She took a steadying breath. It was like she had been thrown into some horror flick set in the Old West, minus the Indians and add the knights. She set her jaw and sprinted for the front of the wagon, dashing for the high seat and grabbing the reins all in one fluid moment that would have made any stunt double proud. “Come on! I can drive this thing.” She hoped Jules would cooperate and hop onboard. If he doesn’t, I’m gonna have to throw him in the wagon myself, she thought, determined to have things her way. The horse neighed, ready to jump into motion. The cart rolled into gear, but it was way too slow. If the horse didn’t speed up, they’d be back in a cell within minutes…or dead. From the corner of her eye, she caught Jules waving his hands. “What!?” she yelled.
