Chapitre 26: Manipulation

"Are you sure it's not Penth and the others?" asked Byron, whipping down at his white stallion to make it run faster.

They had abandoned the usual pathway, making a curve eastwards in hopes of reaching the city before Hippolyta and her army.

"Are you trying to say that I don't know how to differentiate my sisters? One has golden hair and the other black hair, must I remind you? How can I confuse them?"

"Oh, and they also have different fashion tastes. Hippolyta's horses are clad in armor, and their legs are covered in fur."

"Lastly, Penth and the others aren't hunting food for a thousand people. Just a few minutes and a few deers dead and carried home. They have finished hunting long ago. I know!"

Alcippe was shouting non stop, almost like she was scolding Byron for trying to doubt her.

"Well, it's your fault that you didn't want me to see for myself."