T
he night was filled with the glow of nine torches burning brightly in the darkness. Meir galloped alongside Adin, his best friend, and seven armed peasants hired to help them track down the supposed kidnapper.
“Faster! Faster!” Meir urged his horse frantically. The only sounds were hoofbeats and loud breathing.
“Stop!” one of the peasants yelled and brought his horse to a sudden stop. “There! Look at the road! Someone has passed through here on a carriage.”
Adin leaped off of his horse and swung his torch so that its light danced along the ground and illuminated deep track marks in the mud.
