Now there were but a few feet more of the bridge before me.

I reached its end, dropped my feet over, felt them touch a smaller cube, and descended.
Over the span came Ventnor.

He was leading his laden pony.

He had bandaged its eyes so that it could not look upon the narrow way it was treading.

And close behind, a band resting reassuringly upon its flank, strode Drake, swinging along carelessly.