As I passed a wide oak, I was wrenched sideways. A hand grasped my right arm. For one terrifying moment, I was afraid I had run straight into the archer, but when I looked up, I saw a face I recognized.
“Sobian.” I hugged her, scarcely able to believe she was there.
“Lancelot and I found you together. He made me swear to stay here while he got you out, but he didn’t say anything about not helping you escape.” She handed me a sword. “Here, you’ll need this. Oh, turn around.”
I bit my lower lip, trying to make as little noise as possible as she broke the shaft of the arrow.
Not far away, Malegant and Lancelot battled on, grunting and puffing as they both tired. They were ankle-deep in muddy sand churned into mush by their boots. I was certain that as long as Lancelot didn’t make a major
