The river water had soaked her clothes, up to her hips. Her horse resisted to progress; the species was instinctively reluctant to step on human bodies. But with one hand she tightened the reins, and with another she grasped the clarion. She ignored the illusions designed to lure her off the path, to make her stray into the fell labyrinths of Nature.
They would all know, when she arrived. They would all know of the oncoming storm.