"We're in Covenanter territory and being chased by 4-to-one superiors numbers in the direction of another pack of Covenanters. How much hurry to you imagine we're in? Exactly that much."

Can't do much of anything until we shake the pursuit. Or deal with it one way or the other

She speaks conversationally to the rider before her (probably Raif) "Pass the word up to Ser Dame: Don't ride straight for the Blossemwood. I recommend south-west. Away from the main Covernanter concentration facing the Dwarves."