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Idril saw the rider racing across the field. She shot once, missed. The horse bolted, but she released a second and brought it down. The impact clearly wounded the messenger. He wasn't moving, so she went nearer. He was almost dead as she prized the letter from his fingers. Someone was wanted by the king. Well it's a bed and food she thought to herself. The next day, she rode at dawn. It was a long journey, but Idril felt good about it.