Her Graceful War Song (Carissa Sinclair) novel Chapter 562

Jacob and Dylan lay in the carriage, with a soft cushion spread over them. Everyone then placed Lawrence on top, and Dylan and Jacob each extended a hand to hold him steady.

The gamble had begun—they were on their way.

With three people now in the carriage, the military physician had to dismount and ride on his own horse to increase speed. If any issues arose, Jacob would immediately call for the military physician to come back up.

The carriage was stifling. Dylan and Jacob were covered with a soft cushion and laid next to Lawrence, and sweat quickly soaked their clothes. Before long, their hair was drenched in sweat, making it cling and itch unbearably.

Occasionally, the driver would lift the curtain slightly to let in a bit of fresh air. However, he couldn't keep it open for too long, as someone with a fever shouldn't be exposed to the wind.

The whip cracked, and the horses sped up. On the uneven, bumpy road, the carriage swayed and jolted. However, thanks to their efforts in stabilizing Lawrence, the impact on him was somewhat mitigated.

Jacob would periodically check Lawrence's pulse, finding some solace as long as it still beat.

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Meanwhile, Travis led Sebastian and the others toward Westglade. With thirty miles still to go, they were caught in a heavy rainstorm.

Mira was worried about Sebastian's health, and she suggested taking a break to avoid the rain.

"We've pushed hard all the way; we're likely to reach the Westglade's relay station ahead of them. It's better to rest and wait out this rain before continuing."

However, Sebastian's gaze darkened. "We must continue immediately. It's better for us to wait than to make them wait for us."

Julian wiped away his tears. "Thank you, Sebastian. Our family will remember your kindness."

Sebastian donned a raincoat, even though his clothes were already soaked through. "No need for thanks. Let's go. We keep moving without stopping as long as the horses can run."

Lightning split the sky, followed by a deafening clap of thunder. Dark clouds loomed overhead as heavy rain poured down over the land. A few horses raced down the road, cutting through the fierce wind and driving rain.

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But ten miles away, the weather was different. Perhaps by some stroke of mercy, Rafael's side remained dry and untouched by the storm.

They finally arrived at the relay station as night fell. Rafael dismounted, and hurried inside. As the station's staff emerged, he brandished his emblem and urgently inquired, "Has any physician arrived here before us?"

The station master immediately knelt and replied, "No, Your Highness. None have arrived."

Rafael felt as if he had been doused in a bucket of ice water, his entire body freezing as if all the blood had congealed.