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For a space he stared up, reining in his prancing horse with the instinct born of years of horsemanship. Then the flat of a sword smote his back, and a blade flashed overhead and cut the drifting balloon of spider web free, and the whole mass lifted softly and drove clear and away. FOR A SPACE HE STARED UP REINING IN HIS PRANCING HORSE WITH THE INSTINCT BORNE OF YEARS OF HORSEMANSHIP THEN THE FLAT OF A SWORD SMOTE HIS BACK AND A BLADE FLASHED OVERHEAD AND CUT THE DRIFTING BALLOON OF SPIDER WEB FREE AND THE WHOLE MASS LIFTED SOFTLY AND DROVE CLEAR AND AWAY
ribbons and bands, all three horses began to shy and dance. The master was seized with a sudden unreasonable impatience. He cursed the drifting globes roundly. “Get on!” he cried; “get on! What do these things matter? How CAN they matter? Back to the trail!” He fell swearing at his horse and sawed the bit across its mouth. He shouted aloud with rage. “I will follow that trail, I tell you!” he cried. “Where is the trail?” He gripped the bridle of his prancing horse and searched amidst the grass. A long and clinging thread fell across his face, a grey streamer dropped about his bridle-arm, some big, active thing with many legs ran down the back of his head. He looked up to discover one of those grey masses anchored as it were above him by these things and flapping out ends as a sail flaps when a boat comes, about—but noiselessly. He had an impression of many eyes, of a dense crew of squat bodies, of long, many-jointed limbs hauling at their mooring ropes to bring the thing down upon him. T RELUCTANTLY INTO LONG GRAPPLING RIBBONS AND BANDS ALL THREE HORSES BEGAN TO SHY AND DANCE THE MASTER WAS SEIZED WITH A SUDDEN AND REASONABLE IMPATIENCE HE CURSED THE DRIFTING GLOBES ROUNDLY GET ON HE CRIED GET ON WHAT DO THESE THINGS MATTER HOW CAN THEY MATTER BACK TO THE TRAIL HE FELL SWEARING AT HIS HORSE AND SOARED THE BIT ACROSS ITS MOUTH HE SHOUTED ALOUD WITH RAGE I WILL FOLLOW THAT TRAIL I TELL YOU HE CRIED WHERE IS THE TRAIL HE GRIPPED THE BRIDLE OF HIS PRANCING HORSE AND SEARCHED AMID THE GRASS A LONG AND CLINGING THREAD FELL ACROSS HIS FACE A GRAY STREAMER DROPPED ABOUT HIS BRIDLE ARM SOME BIG ACTIVE THING WITH MANY LEGS RAN DOWN THE BACK OF HIS HEAD HE LOOKED UP TO DISCOVER ONE OF THOSE GRAY MASSES ANCHORED AS IT WERE ABOVE HIM BY THESE THINGS AND FLAPPING OUT ENDS AS A SAIL FLAPS WHEN A BOAT COMES ABOUT BUT NOISELESSLY HE HAD AN IMPRESSION OF MANY EYES OF A DENSE CREW OF SQUAT BODIES OF LONG MANY JOINTED LIMBS HAULING AT THEIR MOORING ROPES TO BRING THE THING DOWN UPON HIM
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