Bediwyr stumbled, his feet snatched out from under him by a stray root across his path. He cursed as he fell, then cried out as the wound on his leg opened again. He lay still, waiting for the pain to pass, and tried not to cry out. The beast could still be near.
All this for love, he thought. A fool’s love, aimed arrow-straight at a mark far beyond his reach. Bediwyr grinned through gritted teeth. No more foolish than he was for following his King