Through rain and snow and storm, no matter how the weather howled for her blood, she would press on.
“My Lady! The storm grows ever stronger! We must turn back!”
“No! We are almost there!”
Any further words were stolen by the wind as a the gusts kicked it up a notch. She paid no heed and pressed on, even when she was certain that only her most faithful servant was still behind her.
She would find the end to this Scourge across her lands, no matter the cost.
Neither snow, nor rain, nor heat, nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.
–Herodotus (484 BC – 430 BC)
Inspired by the quote for the prompt last Monday from Light and Shade Challenge.