Without a word, Aurora rode off, three of Darius' men before her, three behind her.  She was not inexperienced a rider, but all the same, the experienced knights and riders could outpace her, if not for her determination to ride her horse to death rather than be the one to call for a stop.  Those closest to her could hear muttering, as if the princess carried out a conversation with herself, a hand at her breast.<br/><br/><em>There is another issue we might think on, grandsire.  I will need foxglove nectar if you intend to visit me again in the flesh.  We could, perhaps, place the blame on issue on Herrick, but that will become difficult as the days and weeks pass.  We must be careful whom we acquire it from, however, without giving others a chance to gossip.</em>