<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Garamond;">"Then let us move on," </span>she responded, her body stiffening a little as that thick, cold and hard covering pushed into her, finding her still with a lingering dampness inside from the paces he'd put her through before they begin their exodus of the forest - and whether aimed at him, or for the benefit of the unseen watcher, she shook her head quickly.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Garamond;">"Please, sir... to the town, and your castle - and I will be willing for you there, I give my word in the name of My Lady."</span>