Janice galloped as fast as she could on the mare she had seized from the stable.

She was glad the black stallion, Dillon, which she had seen Jules ride often, hadn't knocked her down as it was in the same place.

But it had wanted to create an alarm, which made her jet off as soon as she got there. 

Also, she had glimpsed the castle guards pointing torches to where she was. And she believed they saw her.

That damned horse! It was just like the master Janice mulled.

Her stomach cramped, and her hands gripping the rein of the mare seemed like it would fall off at any...