His back was coated withglistening wet mud from the wallow, and he plodded towards where Abolicrouched, his hoofs squelching in the mud. I hate thunder. From the high ground I saw the line of low cloud thatmarks the coast. The drum rolled to end the drill and stand down the crew from theirbattle stations.
I have passed that point. High above him the splendour of the stars began to pale and fade, andthe firmament was filled with the pearly promise of new day. An angry red carbuncle glowed on his cheek. And perhaps I would have been more sorely wounded had you come back tous even a minute later than you did.
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