The crowd, strangely, parted. The rattle of wheels and clop of hooves approached.

There was … screaming. Inside.

The horse veered out of the way of them, but the cart collided with the constable (who also let out an equally soprano scream), and just narrowly missed Edmund’s crumpled, beaten form.

The cart picked up speed again. The constable was clutching his knee with teeth bared, though the open shape looked more shocked than furious.