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Then he looked up to avoid imaginary dangers, and then back again to see a horse rolling on the ground, the gaunt man standing and slashing over it at a rent and fluttering mass of grey that streamed and wrapped about them both. And thick and fast as thistle down on waste land on a windy day in July, the cobweb masses were coming on. THEN HE LOOKED UP TO AVOID IMAGINARY DANGERS AND THEN BACK AGAIN TO SEE A HORSE ROLLING ON THE GROUND THE GAUNT MAN STANDING AND SLASHING OVER IT AT A RENT AND FLUTTERING MASS OF GRAY THAT STREAMED AND WRAPPED ABOUT THEM BOTH AND THICK AND FAST AS THISTLEDOWN ON WASTE LAND ON A WINDY DAY IN JULY THE COBWEB MASSES WERE COMING ON
rifting balloon of spider-web free, and the whole mass lifted softly and drove clear and away. “Spiders!” cried the voice of the gaunt man. “The things are full of big spiders! Look, my lord!” The man with the silver bridle still followed the mass that drove away. “Look, my lord!” The master found himself staring down at a red, smashed thing on the ground that, in spite of partial obliteration, could still wriggle unavailing legs. Then when the gaunt man pointed to another mass that bore down upon them, he drew his sword hastily. Up the valley now it was like a fog bank torn to rags. He tried to grasp the situation. “Ride for it!” the little man was shouting. “Ride for it down the valley.” What happened then was like the confusion of a battle. The man with the silver bridle saw the little man go past him slashing furiously at imaginary cobwebs, saw him cannon into the horse of the gaunt man and hurl it and its rider to earth. His own horse went a dozen paces before he could rein it in. LADE FLASHED OVERHEAD AND CUT THE DRIFTING BALLOON OF SPIDER WEB FREE AND THE WHOLE MASS LIFTED SOFTLY AND DROVE CLEAR AND AWAY SPIDERS CRIED THE VOICE OF THE GAUNT MAN THE THINGS ARE FULL OF BIG SPIDERS LOOK MY LORD THE MAN WITH THE SILVER BRIDLE STILL FOLLOWED THE MASS THAT DROVE AWAY LOOK MY LORD THE MASTER FOUND HIMSELF STARING DOWN AT A RED SMASHED THING ON THE GROUND THAT IN SPITE OF PARTIAL OBLITERATION COULD STILL WRIGGLE UNAVAILING LEGS THEN WHEN THE GAUNT MAN POINTED TO ANOTHER MASS THAT BORE DOWN UPON THEM HE DREW HIS SWORD HASTILY UP THE VALLEY NOW IT WAS LIKE A FOG BANK TORN TO RAGS HE TRIED TO GRASP THE SITUATION RIDE FOR IT THE LITTLE MAN WAS SHOUTING RIDE FOR IT DOWN THE VALLEY WHAT HAPPENED THEN WAS LIKE THE CONFUSION OF A BATTLE THE MAN WITH THE SILVER BRIDLE SAW THE LITTLE MAN GO PAST HIM SLASHING FURIOUSLY AT IMAGINARY COBWEBS SAW HIM CANNON INTO THE HORSE OF THE GAUNT MAN AND HURL IT AND ITS RIDER TO EARTH HIS OWN HORSE WENT A DOZEN PACES BEFORE HE COULD REIN IT IN
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