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Towards nightfall the wind fell. The sun set in a calm serenity, and the man who had once possessed the silver bridle came at last very cautiously and by an easy slope out of the ravine again; but now he led the white horse that once belonged to the little man. TOWARDS NIGHTFALL THE WIND FELL THE SUN SET IN A CALM SERENITY AND THE MAN WHO HAD ONCE POSSESSED THE SILVER BRIDLE CAME AT LAST VERY CAUTIOUSLY AND BY AN EASY SLOPE OUT OF THE RAVINE AGAIN BUT NOW HE LED THE WHITE HORSE THAT ONCE BELONGED TO THE LITTLE MAN
 I have learnt at last. But not like yourself. That is where the difference comes in.” “I never could have dreamt you would have left him. He saved your life two minutes before.... Why are you our lord?” The master gnawed his knuckles again, and his countenance was dark. “No man calls me a coward,” he said. “No. A broken sword is better than none.... One spavined white horse cannot be expected to carry two men a four days' journey. I hate white horses, but this time it cannot be helped. You begin to understand me?... I perceive that you are minded, on the strength of what you have seen and fancy, to taint my reputation. It is men of your sort who unmake kings. Besides which—I never liked you.” “My lord!” said the little man. “No,” said the master. “NO!” He stood up sharply as the little man moved. For a minute perhaps they faced one another. Overhead the spiders' balls went driving. There was a quick movement among the pebbles; a running of feet, a cry of despair, a gasp and a blow.... Y THERE IS A LIMIT BEYOND WHICH EVERY MAN MUST FEAR THAT I HAVE LEARNT AT LAST BUT NOT LIKE YOURSELF THAT IS WHERE THE DIFFERENCE COMES IN I NEVER COULD HAVE DREAMT YOU WOULD HAVE LEFT HIM HE SAVED YOUR LIFE TWO MINUTES BEFORE WHY ARE YOU OUR LORD THE MASTER GNAWED HIS KNUCKLES AGAIN AND HIS COUNTENANCE WAS DARK NO MAN CALLS ME A COWARD HE SAID NO A BROKEN SWORD IS BETTER THAN NONE ONE SPAVINED WHITE HORSE CANNOT BE EXPECTED TO CARRY TWO MEN OF FOUR DAYS JOURNEY I HATE WHITE HORSES BUT THIS TIME IT CANNOT BE HELPED YOU BEGIN TO UNDERSTAND ME I PERCEIVE THAT YOU ARE MINDED ON THE STRENGTH OF WHAT YOU HAVE SEEN AND FANCIED TO TAINT MY REPUTATION IT IS MEN OF YOUR SORT WHO UNMAKE KINGS BESIDE WHICH I NEVER LIKED YOU MY LORD SAID THE LITTLE MAN NO SAID THE MASTER NO HE STOOD UP SHARPLY AS THE LITTLE MAN MOVED FOR A MINUTE PERHAPS THEY FACED ONE ANOTHER OVERHEAD THE SPINDER'S BALLS WENT DRIVING THERE WAS A QUICK MOVEMENT AMONG THE PEBBLES A RUNNING OF FEET A CRY OF DESPAIR A GASP AND A BLOW
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