Oreius galloped to his Queen, noting the determination in her eyes. She had just begun running towards the battle when she was unceremoniously swept off her feet, and forced onto the back of the centaur. He instantly reversed his course, and galloped for the safety and cover of the rocks.
"What are you doing?" screamed Queen Lucy into his ear, "I need to help Peter and Edmund! Turn around, Oreius!"
Gritting his teeth, Oreius forced the words past his lips, "No, Your Majesty."
"What do you mean 'no'? Do not disobey me Oreius! I am your Queen! Put me DOWN!"
"I am deeply sorry, Your Majesty. High King Peter ordered me to take you to safety. The ogres have broken through the defenses. I fear that this battle is all but lost."
Oreius kept up his frantic pace, even when he felt his Queen drape over his neck and begin to weep.