Bel was on the verge of tears as she tried to get the horse over the bridge, but no matter what she did, Brian wouldn't budge. He grunted his protests, and Bel had no option but to get off the horse. Stelian had stopped the carriage and was coming to her aid.
"Brian, please," she whispered as she rubbed the horse's coat, but Brian was adamant.
"I don't think he wants to go through the tunnels," Stelian said, standing a few feet away from her.
"Forget the tunnels, he doesn't even want to go on the bridge."
"What are you going to—"
"I can't leave him here," she cried.
"You can always get him back. I doubt there's anything you can do to make him move."
"Brian," she whispered, resting her head on the side of the horse. "I'll have to leave you here if you don't move," she mumbled.