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William and Farris leaped from the driver's seat and rushed to the roadside, tangling themselves in the lower branches of the wood perhaps twenty feet from Tamara. Bodicea raised her spear and thrust it out as though at nothing... and yet it found its mark. With a shrieking neigh, a horse appeared, a creature seemingly woven of moonlight, its form as gossamer as the warrior Queen's own. Upon this phantom sat a rider who was a shade of England's past, a soldier wearing a quiver of arrows and with a bow slung across his chest.
"Damn," Tamara whispered. She glanced frantically around as the sound of hoofbeats surrounded her. How many, she thought. How many are there?
"Move, Doctor!" she snapped, and she shoved the poor old man away from her so that he fell dangerously hard into the brush at the shoulder of the road.
"Tamara!" Bodicea shouted.
William called for her as well, but their voices seemed distant, as if the
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