“If he’d stop being reckless for five minutes!” Raphael exclaimed. He jerked Seidon into the moss curtain. “Haste, Mother!”
“Raphael, please!”
“Mother! What Rolf is doing will help us little if we don’t run, now. He’s reckless, but he’s the warrior of us. If he can’t get away, we won’t, either- if we stay, we all become bait!”
He herded Mirala’s mare ahead as quickly as the horses dared to run through the moss-coated corridor, leaving the sounds of the suchides to fade behind us. Thickly matted vines flashed overhead between gaps in the rock, and the clattering of hooves was muffled among the ferns and damp moss. Rivulets of water ran beneath us, forming from droplets dripping from the porous rock walls. The sky was hidden from below, save glints of blue now and then, and the corridor was concealed from above.
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