In another moment she would be underfoot, or hurled into the air.

Reckless of all else I dug in my spurs, yelling to the Light Dragoon beside me, even as my horse leaped.

I felt the crush of bodies, hands gripped my legs; soldiers were hurled right and left, cursing as they fell.

I must have hurt some, but had no thought except to reach her before it was too late.

I was struck twice by missiles, yet burst through, my horse, by this time, frenzied with fear.