Donald thought for a moment and then mounted the frightened horse and reached his hand down for Branwenn.  He was not sure why, but he could not allow her to be beaten if there was a way to avoid it.  She looked so dejected and defeated.  It just was not right.<br/><br/>"Well get up if your coming.  If we start moving now we can outdistance them with any luck at all."  He did not really believe this.  The hounds had the scent.  Her father must have had some item of her's for the hounds to smell.  Still, it was better than watching her suffer if there were any chance to avoid it.