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He was so intent to escape the spiders' webs that only as his horse gathered together for a leap did he realise the ravine ahead. And then he realised it only to misunderstand and interfere. He was leaning forward on his horse's neck and sat up and back all too late. HE WAS SO INTENT TO ESCAPE THE SPIDER'S WEBS THAT ONLY AS HIS HORSE GATHERED TOGETHER FOR A LEAP DID HE REALIZE THE RAVINE AHEAD AND THEN HE REALIZED IT ONLY TO MISUNDERSTAND AND INTERFERE HE WAS LEANING FORWARD ON HIS HORSE'S NECK AND SAT UP AND BACK ALL TOO LATE
him, it seemed this drifting, noiseless cobweb circled and drew nearer him.... To the day of his death he never knew just how the event of that moment happened. Did he, indeed, turn his horse, or did it really of its own accord stampede after its fellow? Suffice it that in another second he was galloping full tilt down the valley with his sword whirling furiously overhead. And all about him on the quickening breeze, the spiders' airships, their air bundles and air sheets, seemed to him to hurry in a conscious pursuit. Clatter, clatter, thud, thud—the man with the silver bridle rode, heedless of his direction, with his fearful face looking up now right, now left, and his sword arm ready to slash. And a few hundred yards ahead of him, with a tail of torn cobweb trailing behind him, rode the little man on the white horse, still but imperfectly in the saddle. The reeds bent before them, the wind blew fresh and strong, over his shoulder the master could see the webs hurrying to overtake.... STER'S FACE ALL ABOUT HIM AND OVER HIM IT SEEMED THIS DRIFTING NOISELESS COBWEB CIRCLED AND DREW NEARER HIM TO THE DAY OF HIS DEATH HE NEVER KNEW JUST HOW THE EVENT OF THAT MOMENT HAPPENED DID HE INDEED TURN HIS HORSE OR DID IT REALLY OF ITS OWN ACCORD STAMPEDE AFTER ITS FELLOW SUFFICE IT THAT IN ANOTHER SECOND HE WAS GALLOPING FULL TILT DOWN THE VALLEY WITH HIS SWORD WHIRLING FURIOUSLY OVERHEAD AND ALL ABOUT HIM ON THE QUICKENING BREEZE THE SPIDERS AIRSHIPS THEIR AIR BUNDLES AND AIR SHEETS SEEMED TO HIM TO HURRY IN A CONSCIOUS PURSUIT CLATTER CLATTER THUD THUD THE MAN WITH THE SILVER BRIDLE RODE HEEDLESS OF HIS DIRECTION WITH HIS FEARFUL FACE LOOKING UP NOW RIGHT NOW LEFT AND HIS SWORD ARM READY TO SLASH AND A FEW HUNDRED YARDS AHEAD OF HIM WITH A TAIL OF TORN COBWEB TRAILING BEHIND HIM RODE THE LITTLE MAN ON THE WHITE HORSE STILL BUT IMPERFECTLY IN THE SADDLE THE REEDS BENT BEFORE THEM THE WIND BLEW FRESH AND STRONG OVER HIS SHOULDER THE MASTER COULD SEE THE WEBS HURRYING TO OVERTAKE
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