Donald pushed the horse to go as fast as it could, ignoring the woman' words.  She did not understand.  He had effectively kidnapped her now, and would be a wanted criminal.  If they were caught, he would most likely be hanged if he were lucky, or drawn and quartered if he were not.<br/><br/>The faithful steed continued to move along, despite its injuries.  He realized that this horse would continue to serve its mistress, even if it meant dying in the process.  He could not allow such a noble animal to suffer such an ignoble death.  They had to find a place to hide and to heal.<br/><br/>As they rode down into a valley, he kept his eyes open, looking for a waterfall or a cave, or any place where they might conceal themselves.  The moors were to open to allow for much coverage.<br/><br/>"Look around and see if you spot any place where we can hide.  If we have to, we can let the horse go.  He will know the way back home to safety and you know that he will be treated well."  He knew that it might be their only hope.  Hiding the big horse would not be as easy as hiding two humans.  Still, he knew how much the horse meant to her.  He saw that when she charged the wolves to defend it.  He hoped they could find a place for them all to hide, including the horse.