Into the burning room spun Lad, amid a hail of broken glass and splintered wood.
To the fire-eaten floor he was hurled, close to his cowering and whimpering mate.

He reeled to his feet, and stood there, shoulder to shoulder with Lady.

His work was done.
And, yet, it was not in Sunnybank Lad's nature to be such a fool as is the usual melodrama hero.

True, he had come to share Lady's fate, if he could not rescue her.

Yet, he would not submit tamely to death, until every resource had been tried.
He glanced at the door.