The black neighed and surged powerfully beneath her like a living thing
of fire and iron, surging toward the edge of the drop-off in a mighty
lunge until the ground suddenly fell away beneath his pounding hooves
and he had hurled them both far out into the air, high above the river,
rider and horse caught in a terrible rush of the wind of their falling.
They both went down, both Si'Wren and her horse, plunging with a mighty
impact and a great, arcing spray of white into the cold, swiftly
flowing mountain waters. Si'Wren's submerged ears heard the roar of the
waterfall, like a continuous, muted thunder in the rushing river
waters, as the horse fought his way to the surface again.
The men all jumped down off their horses and rushed to the edge of the
cliff and stared down at the surface of the river, but by the time they
could look, the foam of impact had moved far out of bowshot downstream.
The black was swimming steadily toward the opposite bank, but at first,
the girl was nowhere to be seen.
Still clinging to his mane, Si'Wren finally raised her head from the
water and gasped for air, and shook the water from her eyes to find the
black swimming powerfully for the other bank even as the swift current
swept them further downstream with every breath.
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