Running as fast as she could manage whilst clad in full armour, Liliana grabbed hold of Snow’s reins, swung up into saddle, and took off at a dead gallop. "Damn you to hell Gifford de Bruin! By the god’s own grace, you’ll pay for this!"
As he rode back into the glow of campfire, Aldous sat motionless in the saddle, listening.
Sheathing sword before bending to lay a calming hand high on Fandor's neck, he gently stroked the big chestnut just behind the left ear.