““Lord Archer will reward you and keep you safe, and you will be honored as a hero. There was no hesitation. He eased her quiver and her fiddle case from her back and slung them over his shoulder against his own quiver. He took up both of their bows in one hand and wrapped her right arm, her uninjured arm, around his neck. “Come along, miss,” he said. He half led her, half carried her, through the trees toward Archer’s holding. He knows the way, she thought tiredly, and then she let the thought go.””
