Surely, as Nelatha had said, it must be that all
men must die and see the Invisible God someday when they finally came
face-to-face with Him.
These were wicked men, lost souls living in sin. Men who forced their
evil lusts upon all around themselves. But they would not have their
way with her!
Feeling light-headed and drastically weak, she swayed slightly in the
saddle as she turned her head and looked out fearfully over the steep
drop-off. There was only swift water directly below her, at the outside
shoulder of a natural crook in the river's meander.
Directly below, the current ran fast and deep past the near-vertical
base of the high bank where it descended almost straight down into the
dark water. Just upstream from this was the beginning of the wide clear
pool, into which the waterfall thundered in a continuous roar.
She was having considerable difficulty remaining upright in her saddle
as she turned her mount away from the edge, and felt her head nod from
an involuntary heaviness as she turned to look this way and that.
She realized that she must be quite a sight to them in her present
condition, for her horse and her attire were all black, with the slick
glistening red of a coating of blood upon the black stallion's
muscular, corded neck beneath where the two arrows were embedded, and
much blood also upon the front of her tunic where the stub-end of a
broken arrow also protruded from her shoulder.
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