We neared it.
Heart leaping, I saw three ponies, high and empty saddles turquoise studded, lift their heads from their roadway browsing.

For a moment they stood, stiff with terror; then whimpering raced away.
We were at Norhala's door; were lifted down; stood close to its threshold.

Slaves to a single thought, Drake and I sprang to enter.
"Wait!" Norhala's white hands caught us.

"There is peril there--without me! Me you must--follow!" Upon the exquisite face was no unshadowing of wrath, no diminishing of rage, no weakening of dreadful determination.

The star-flecked eyes were not upon us; they looked over and beyond--coldly, calculatingly.
"Not enough," I heard her whisper.