Fast.<br/><br/>The hooves pounded on the ground. Gravel kicking up under the weight and speed of the beast as it powered across the land. Sweat lathered the beast, foam pouring from its nostrils though the rider was loath to let up. Urgency in his actions he continued to chat to himself to go fast. Faster and faster.<br/><br/>Night time came upon the kingdom, torches lit in the castle. The Queen had agreed to the luncheon with her new daughter though there was nothing that could have prepared either for the news that came charging through their gates.<br/><br/>“YOUR MAJESTY!”<br/><br/>The words were shouted once they entered the courtyard. The runner exhausted from lack of rest, food or water. Such was the urgency. From the beds the royal family was roused. “What is the meaning of all this?!” the king demanded in a stern tone.<br/><br/>“Ther…there was…an accident…” the runner just managed to get out though the man looked like he was barely able to stand much longer.<br/><br/>“Get him some water and help him into a chair!” the King shouted. “He is about to pass out and we have to hear what he has to say!”<br/><br/>As ordered the water and chair were fetched. Tension thick in the air, while everyone waited for him to be able to speak. “There was an accident sir. The ranger, Brad was gored by a boar. He saved the Prince,” gasps and concern filled the room.<br/><br/>“What is his condition?”<br/><br/>“Grave, m’lord. They are trying to get him back here as fast as possible, but his wound is very severe and they worry about moving him too fast.”<br/><br/>“Send the royal surgeon out to meet them! Send fresh troops and horses with a carriage! Bring them home to us!”<br/><br/>Orders given everyone ran to do as commanded, while the Queen went to hug Maria. “We will bring them both home. You will see.”