Gorgio wants to keep me on the horse but I don't want Gorgio. I'm floating. Not ready to land for a long time. I want to go to the woman. Talk to her. Ask questions. I slide off the warm horseback and give my smouldering arrow to a bystander. Then I want to go back to the caravan. But I don't get the chance. I am being whisked away. Am the queen of the moment.