Even though it was her brother, Ivon wanted to be the one to soothe her. Why had she not come to him in her time of need? "Because he was trying to drag her to his castle" he derisively thought to himself. Looking around he noticed a muffled voice coming from around the corner.
Sighing, he said in a whisper, "Rheda we must go now! They are coming! Quickly!"
Rheda ran for the gateway with her brother on one side of her and Ivon on the other. George looked at the strapping man who obviously meant something to his little sister.
"What has happened? Why are the king's men chasing you? Have you endangered my sister?" George's voice continued to rise until the last question was asked in a roar.
"What right do you have to ask such questions? It isn't like you have been the best brother! Taking off and not coming back for how long? Hmmm?! Keep your questions to yourself you mangy mutt! We were doing just fine until you came along!" The words were spit in a jealous way, though Ivon could not fathom why.
George suddenly stopped and glaring at the other knight he stated, "Well, when this mangy mutt happened upon you, the two of you were practically tupping right there in the entryway. There is a ruckus going on in the castle about an escaped prisoner and a traitor. What the hell..."
Thwack! An arrow suddenly shot through George's shoulder stopping his outburst midsentence. Turning green, Rheda turned and saw the king's men charging full force towards them.
"We will never make it. I cannot go back. I would rather die than become the king's leman!" She said with desperation tinting her words.
As one George, Rheda and Ivon turned and jumped upon the nearby horses and raced into the woods, hoping they could outride their pursuers. Looking back she noticed they were gaining on them. Turning forward, she bent over the stallion hoping for a miracle that could possibly save the day. Hoping for once she could have her happily ever after.