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"You left him?" "My horse bolted." "I know. So did mine." He laughed at his master mirthlessly. "I say my horse bolted," said the man who once had a silver studded bridle. "Cowards both," said the little man. The other gnawed his knuckle through some meditative moments, with his eye on his inferior. "Don't call me a coward," he said at length. "You are a coward like myself." YOU LEFT HIM MY HORSE BOLTED I KNOW SO DID MINE HE LAUGHED AT HIS MASTER MIRTHLESSLY I SAY MY HORSE BOLTED SAID THE MAN WHO HAD ONCE HAD A SILVER STUDDED BRIDLE COWARDS BOTH SAID THE LITTLE MAN THE OTHER NODDED HIS KNUCKLE THROUGH SOME MEDITATIVE MOMENTS WITH HIS EYE ON HIS INFERIOR DON'T CALL ME A COWARD HE SAID AT LENGTH YOU ARE A COWARD LIKE MYSELF
empted it to bite his broken sword, he lifted up his iron-heeled boot and smashed it into a pulp. He swore as he did so, and for a time sought up and down for another. Then presently, when he was surer these spider swarms could not drop into the ravine, he found a place where he could sit down, and sat and fell into deep thought and began after his manner to gnaw his knuckles and bite his nails. And from this he was moved by the coming of the man with the white horse. He heard him long before he saw him, as a clattering of hoofs, stumbling footsteps, and a reassuring voice. Then the little man appeared, a rueful figure, still with a tail of white cobweb trailing behind him. They approached each other without speaking, without a salutation. The little man was fatigued and shamed to the pitch of hopeless bitterness, and came to a stop at last, face to face with his seated master. The latter winced a little under his dependant's eye. “Well?” he said at last, with no pretence of authority. APE FOR A LITTLE WHILE AND TEMPTED IT TO BITE HIS BROKEN SWORD HE LIFTED UP HIS IRON HEELED BOOT AND SMASHED IT INTO A PULP HE SWORE AS HE DID SO AND FOR A TIME SOUGHT UP AND DOWN FOR ANOTHER THEN PRESENTLY WHEN HE WAS SURE THESE SPIDER SWARMS COULD NOT DROP INTO THE RAVINE HE FOUND A PLACE WHERE HE COULD SIT DOWN AND SAT AND FELL INTO DEEP THOUGHT AND BEGAN AFTER HIS MANNER TO GNAW HIS KNUCKLES AND BITE HIS NAILS AND FROM THIS HE WAS MOVED BY THE COMING OF THE MAN WITH THE WHITE HORSE HE HEARD HIM LONG BEFORE HE SAW HIM AS A CLATTERING OF HOOFS STUMBLING FOOTSTEPS AND A REASSURING VOICE THEN THE LITTLE MAN APPEARED A RUEFUL FIGURE STILL WITH A TAIL OF WHITE COBWEB TRAILING BEHIND HIM THEY APPROACHED EACH OTHER WITHOUT SPEAKING WITHOUT A SALUTATION THE LITTLE MAN WAS FATIGUED AND SHAMED TO THE PITCH OF HOPELESS BITTERNESS AND CAME TO A STOP AT LAST FACE TO FACE WITH HIS SEATED MASTER THE LATTER WINCED A LITTLE UNDER HIS DEPENDENT'S EYE WELL HE SAID AT LAST WITH NO PRETENSE OF AUTHORITY
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