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The horse on the ground rolled over, there were blood and moving shapes upon the flanks, and the gaunt man, suddenly leaving it, ran forward towards his master, perhaps ten paces. His legs were swathed and encumbered with grey; he made ineffectual movements with his sword. Grey streamers waved from him; there was a thin veil of grey across his face. THE HORSE ON THE GROUND ROLLED OVER THERE WERE BLOOD AND MOVING SHAPES UPON THE FLANKS AND THE GAUNT MAN SUDDENLY LEAVING IT RAN FORWARD TOWARDS HIS MASTER PERHAPS TEN PACES HIS LEGS WERE SWATHED AND ENCUMBERED WITH GRAY HE MADE INEFFECTUAL MOVEMENTS WITH HIS SWORD GRAY STREAMERS WAVED FROM HIM THERE WAS A THIN VEIL OF GREY ACROSS HIS FACE
e 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. 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. The little man had dismounted, but he dared not release his horse. He was endeavouring to lug the struggling brute back with the strength of one arm, while with the other he slashed aimlessly, The tentacles of a second grey mass had entangled themselves with the struggle, and this second grey mass came to its moorings, and slowly sank. The master set his teeth, gripped his bridle, lowered his head, and spurred his horse forward. TTLE 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 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 THE LITTLE MAN HAD DISMOUNTED BUT HE DARED NOT RELEASE HIS HORSE HE WAS ENDEAVOURING TO LUG THE STRUGGLING BRUTE BACK WITH THE STRENGTH OF ONE ARM WHILE WITH THE OTHER HE SLASHED AIMLESSLY THE TENTACLES OF A SECOND GRAY MASS HAD ENTANGLED THEMSELVES WITH THE STRUGGLE AND THIS SECOND GRAY MASS CAME TO ITS MOORINGS AND SLOWLY SANK THE MASTER SET HIS TEETH GRIPPED HIS BRIDLE LOWERED HIS HEAD AND SPURRED HIS HORSE FORWARD
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