The man heaved her up into the saddle in front of him. He grabbed the front of her dress and tore it open. Frida screamed, at least she had a petty-coat underneath.
"Leave her be!" Leif snapped, his sword gleaming in his hand.
"Leave her be!" The soldier mimicked, in a high voice. "Stupid boy, this your sister? Or maybe your wife?"
"Leave her along!" Leif growled, "Or I'll kill you!"
"Oh really, I'm so scared!" The man mocked, then he reached out and grabbed Leif's shirt sleeve. Leif stepped back, and the shirt sleeve tore, revealing the long 'lightning' scar. The man's jaw dropped. Then he fumbled for the horn at his side, but Leif was to quick, or rather, the sword was, it ran the man through.
The man gasped for air, and fell from his horse, the horse snorted, and shied away from Leif, but Frida whispered something to it, and it stood still. But the man wasn't dead, yet. He brought the horn to his lips, and blew, twice.
"Oh dear..." Leif whispered, as every soldier left what he was doing, and came running.
"Leif!" Frida said urgently, "Leif, quickly!" She held out her hand. Leif grabbed it, and swung into the saddle behind her.
"Go horse!" Frida yelled, digging her heels into it's sides. "Run!"
And run the horse did, first it leapt over the body of it's fallen master, and then ran charging toward the nearby forest. Men on horse back were charging after them, the horse seemed to think it was in a race. Faster and faster it ran, dodging or leaping anything in it's path. Frida wasn't controlling it, there was no way she could have, it ran on and on, strait into the Cursed Forest.
Once the horse ran in, the soldiers wouldn't follow, not for any money. That forest was cursed, they would never enter it.