Hurried footsteps
Clanking swords
Faint behind him
Parchment clutched
In his left hand
The locket with their portrait
Tucked in his breast pocket

He rounds a corner
Stops in his tracks
Surrounded
Glinting metal
Sharp demands
Protect the truth
Runs through his mind

Deep breath
Hands up
Closed eyes
Muttered words
Bright flash

Dark glade
Her grave
Safety
But for how long?