Julia actually had moral objections to running. But then again she had many more moral and otherwise objections to being outnumbered by hillmen about twenty to one. So dear Julia decided to leg it and Alex, remembering that he had to escort Julia, followed her. The author would like to note that Alex was sweating substantially and did not voice any objections to running away. Maybe those years of mockery might have been slightly deserved because, in addition to having chicken legs beneath his conspicuously wide trousers, Alex seemed to be chicken through and through.
Julia dived into a bush, rolling as she leaped, and managed to flip onto her feet, body tense as she listened to the sounds of hooves charging over the delightful noise of Alex rolling head over heels down a rather steep incline that the bush had hidden. "Oh shut up, would you?"
"That's hardly any way for a diplomat princess to talk!" Alex huffed, his pride rather wounded by his rather cowardly flight, his flailing arms that seemed to fly out in every direction as he ran (and that certainly hadn't escaped the princess's notice), and his climatic and very graceless tumble down the hill.
Julia sighed and sat down. "They've ridden past. You can stop quivering."
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