Barak was definitely the best steed any one could ask for. He was healthy, fine, loyal and most importantly, he was swift. It was already dark, the colour of the night matched his color. If it was not for the sound of his hoofs against the earth, you would not know something was moving. They got to the battlefield by midnight. Thankfully they made it before Cassius and his men
But the gods be praised, the battlefield was still a mess, so she looked around for anything that could help her. She notices a rope it was at the edge of the hole, it was tied to a rock. She runs over to were it was but realizes it had been cut, even though she tied it together with the one she had, it would not still be long enough.
She was running out of time, Cassius and his men would be here very soon. She looks around again and this time, she spots a longer rope. She ties all the ropes she found together, made sure they were firmly tied around the crooked rock, and then tosses it down the hole.
