Marian leaned in, not holding on to the reigns but maneuvering with the horse herself becoming one to their movements of direction.

She took advantage of the terrain and the road, knowing where the trees were. To make him take a harder path of four steps or have to make Sorely jump further or harder. He could take it, but it would give her fleeting seconds.

The town was getting closer though which meant the field of tents would start soon. Maybe another mile at the longest. She glanced over her shoulder grinning as she saw him only a few paces behind her both Sorely and Caspian seeming determined as one.