"William! Tamara!" Bodicea snapped, spear gripped firmly in both hands, prepared for battle. "You must get the carriage off this road." The ghost glanced toward the sound of oncoming horses. "Immediately!"
Her tone would brook no argument, and they trusted her implicitly. But as Tamara saw William look quickly around, she knew he had the same reaction as she.
"Where can we move it?" Tamara asked. "The woods are too dense."
"Translocate it if you must," Bodicea replied.
"But we've never translocated something of this size," William reminded her. "There's no way we'll be able to-"
"No way," Tamara interrupted him. "And no time."
No time at all, for the oncoming thunder of the horses' hooves had suddenly become impossibly loud. Tamara stared at the darkened road beyond the spread of the lantern's light. They should have been able to
