It was Floya!, as soon as Filin recognized her, he slowly approached them with a heel kick against Soot.

Filin couldn't comprehend what was happening, but that didn't stop Filin from responding.

Filming didn't ask herself why the princess was being robbed here alone at such a late hour, but she admired her for being able to steer her mount so steadily, and at the same time kick and whip a guy who tried to pull her down.

Filin drew his sword as he approached the scene of the fight, and in retrospect he probably didn't make a sound.

I have a peculiar memory of the whole fight, it was a fight between the shadows.

Black and white like the shadow of the mountains, silent and silent, only the wails and roars of those who have been smelted, one after another, as they fall.

Floya's whip slashed across a fellow's face, and the blood gushing from his eyes obscured his vision, but he still clung to it and tried to drag her off the saddle;

The other fellow, completely ignoring his companion's plight, tugged at the saddle bag, which probably contained only a small amount of food and brandy needed for a horseback trip.

Soot Strip Film's approach to the guy holding the light step is a woman.

Filin stabbed her with his sword, and quickly drew his sword, as merciless as sawing wood.

It was a rare fight, and he could feel Floya's emotions and himself, and he could feel the horror of the light steps and the trained fighting enthusiasm of the soot, but he couldn't feel any emotion from the person who attacked her, nothing.

There was no throbbing of anger, no howl from injury.

To the source of Film's intelligence, they weren't there at all, as inhuman as the wind and snow against Film.

Filin watched dreamily as Floya grabbed her attacker by the hair, pulled his head back, and slashed hard at the throat.

The black blood in the moonlight soaked her clothes, and left a bloody glay on the neck and shoulders of the chestnut horse, and the creature collapsed on the snow and spasmed.

I swung my sword at the last guy and didn't stab him, but Floya didn't, she stabbed his sleeveless shirt with a short knife, stabbed it in the ribs and into the lungs, and quickly pulled it out and kicked him away.

"Follow me!" she said to the night, kicking the chestnut horse lightly with her heel to get it up the hill, and Soot following her with her nose to Floya's stirrups.

Then they rode up to the top of the hill and caught a glimpse of the lights of Fort Stag before descending the mountain.

There was a jungle at the bottom of the hillside, and the snow covered a stream, and he kicked the soot to take the lead to turn around and avoid falling into the stream.

Floya didn't say anything, and quietly followed Filin into the forest away from the storm.

Filming hurried quickly, always expecting someone to jump out and shout and attack the people, but the people finally got back to the road before the clouds obscured the moonlight again.

Filin told the horse to slow down and catch his breath, and then went forward in silence for a moment, listening intently for the sound of chasing after him.

Later, when people felt safer, Floya suddenly let out a long, trembling sigh.

"Thank you, Kaz. She said briefly in a still trembling voice, but Filin didn't respond, expecting her to cry at any moment, and I wouldn't blame her if it did.

But she steadied herself, straightened her clothes and wiped the knife on her trousers, then put the knife back into the scabbard at her waist.

She leaned over and patted her treadful neck. Muttering praise and comfort to the horse, he felt the tension of the light step ease, and admired Floya's skill in gaining the trust of the tall horse quickly.

"Why are you here? are you looking for Film?" she finally asked.

Filmin shook his head, and the snow began to fall again.

"I believe it was good luck that brought him to you. ”

Filmin paused for a moment and continued, "Are you lost? Will anyone come out looking for you?"

Her nose twitched slightly, then she took a breath.

"Not exactly. She said in a trembling voice, "Filin and His Majesty rode out on horseback, and some people followed the people.

When the blizzard came, the people turned around and prepared to go back to Fort Buck, and the others rode ahead of them, but His Majesty and Filin rode more and more slowly, and he was telling Filin the folk tales of his hometown, so the people let the others go first, so that the sound of their conversation would not interfere with Filin's listening to the story. ”

She took another breath, and he heard her swallow the last of her horrors of the night. As she spoke, her voice gradually calmed down.

"The others rode far ahead of the people, and then suddenly a fox appeared from the bushes on the side of the road.

'If you want to see real movement, come with me!' His Majesty challenged Filin, turning his own horse away from the road to chase the fox, and followed him with a light step, without hesitation of Filin's wishes.

His Majesty stretched his limbs and rode wildly like crazy, urging the horses to speed up with his whip. She described His Majesty with astonishment and confusion, but also with a hint of appreciation.

But Light Walk did not listen to the call. She began to be terrified of their pace, as she was unfamiliar with the road and afraid of falling lightly, so she tried to harness it with the reins.

But when she understood that the road and the others were out of sight, and that His Majesty was far ahead, she signaled to the light step that she hoped to catch up with him.

Later, as expected, she was completely lost in the blizzard, and although she turned around to find her way forward, the snow and strong winds soon obscured her tracks.

Finally she let Light Step lead the way, believing that it would take her home.

If she hadn't been attacked by the wildlings, she would have been home by now. Her voice grew weaker, then fell silent.

"The one who is smelted. Filin told her calmly.

"The smelted," she repeated in a puzzled tone, before steading her voice, "they're mad, just like Filmin had heard. Could it be that Fei Lin is such a bad sacrifice sacrificer, so bad that he will lead to death?"

People heard the sound of trumpets in the distance, it was a search party.

"They will kill everyone who passes by. Filmin told her. "It's not an attack on the princess to them, and I doubt they know who you are. Filin kept his mouth shut tightly to prevent himself from accidentally revealing His Majesty's inside story.

If he didn't want to hurt her, he wouldn't have put her in such a dangerous situation. Filming didn't believe that he would show the so-called "sport" by riding a horse through the snowy ridge to chase foxes in the twilight, and he had deliberately done so to kill her.

Filmin thought that Filmin's husband would be furious with Film. She said like an annoyed child. As one circles the hill, one sees a group of knights with torches approaching, seemingly responding to her predictions.

At this moment another louder trumpet sounded, and in a short time the people joined them.

They were at the vanguard of the main search party, when a girl galloped backwards on horseback and returned to report that the crown prince had found his princess.

The guards of Hermes cheered loudly in the firelight and cursed at the blood stains on her neck, but Floya calmly assured everyone that it was not her blood, and calmly spoke of how those who had been smelted had attacked her, and how she defended herself.

As the soldiers grew to admire her, Filin heard her describe for the first time that the most daring assailant had jumped from a tree and attacked her, but she had killed him first.

"She's slaughtered four people, and she's still unscathed!" said a gray-haired veteran rejoicingly. "I ask for your forgiveness, my queen. There was nothing disrespectful about Film. ”

"If Kaz hadn't killed the man who grabbed Lightstep's head, things wouldn't be the way they are. ”

Floya said calmly. Instead of showing off her victory, she made sure I got the attention I deserved, and people respected her more.

They congratulated her loudly, and then angrily said that they would search all the forests of Fort Stag tomorrow.

"The soldiers, the people, should be ashamed that the queen could not travel safely on horseback!" declared one woman. She swore the next day that she would slash those who had been smelted again, and make them pay the debt in blood, and others followed suit, some bluffing, others relieved that the queen would return safely.

As a result, the atmosphere of the conversation became more and more enthusiastic and louder.

It was a complete triumphant return until Hermes arrived. He rode a sweaty horse and galloped from a distance.

It was then that Filin knew that the search had been going on for a long time, and one could only guess how many roads Hermes had ridden to search for his wife since he learned of his disappearance.

"Why are you so stupid and lost so far away!" was the first thing he said to her, and his tone was not very gentle. Fei Lin watched her bow her head in pride and heard the people around her muttering comments.

Things had gone from bad to worse since then, and he hadn't lectured her in public, but Filin saw the frown he had as he listened to her straightforward narrative and how to kill in self-defense.

He didn't like it when she mentioned it so frankly in public, a group of people who were smelted.

Not only did these men dare to attack the queen, but they were most likely still stranded in Fort Stag, and to put it bluntly, Hermes wanted everyone to be silent about the matter from tomorrow onwards, especially not to mention that the queen herself dared to attack.

Hermes looked at Filin with fierce eyes, as if he had caused everything, and then rudely recruited two unridden horses from his guards so that he and the queen could ride back to Fort Buck as soon as possible.

He pulled her away from the guards, and then led her back to Fort Buck on horseback, as if the sooner she arrived, the safer she would be, as if he did not understand that by doing so, he was depriving the guards of the glory of escorting the queen home safely.

I myself rode back slowly with the guards, trying not to listen to the unhappy words of the soldiers.

Instead of criticizing the crown prince entirely, they continued to praise the queen's bravery and lamented that she had not been embraced and greeted with kind words by Hermes.

Even if someone thought of what His Majesty had done, no one dared to say it.