It appeared that he might decide either to attack or break
and run at any moment if they continued to provoke him much longer.
That must not happen, for to Si'Wren the stallion represented survival
itself in a land like this.
She stopped and stood motionless, a puny figure of a wayfarer, with her
silly little oil lamp in her hand. Lamps were used to dispel darkness,
and to carry their blessed light into any place where evil might lurk,
but here was evil in the day.
The biggest hyena finally made a run for her. She stood her ground
until almost at the last, then with a deft side-step she shifted
lightly to one side and swung the lamp out in a quick little
semi-circle at the big scavenger.
Fire gouted from the lamp and engulfed the hyena. Immolated in living
flames, the surprised beast spun around and ran madly across the field,
squealing and howling shrilly as if demon-possessed and leaving a
series of burning and smoldering green vegetation patches that smoked
and roared and popped as they burned in the aftermath of it's wayward
wake. At it's approach, the other hyenas broke and ran, the whites of
their eyes rolling in maddened fear and squealing their weird frenzied
laughter as they scattered mindlessly in all directions.
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