She wanted to hurry, but that seemed out of the question.

She tried to keep from gazing out toward the monuments, because they were so far away.
How would she find the crippled rider?
It flashed into her mind that she might find him dead, and this seemed horrible.

But her common sense persuaded her that she would find him alive and better.

The pack was hard to hold, and Sage King fretted at the monotonous walk.

The hours dragged.