Looking back upstream, she peered up at the far bank, high above the
water, where her many pursuers and their leader were no longer visible.
Than she looked around unsteadily, and a little ways downstream on the
same side of the river as herself, she saw the black stallion.
He was bogged down in the mud and reeds of a sheltered shallows, his
head sagging ever lower as he gradually gave up his fight for life by
successive stages, with weaker and weaker struggles. What a sadness,
that such a magnificent creature should ever have to die!
Si'Wren turned her head and lifted up her eyes, and shifted her gaze
over a little, to look up at the sky just beyond the waterfall, up into
the shining white mists of it's far-flung, billowing overspray.
And then she gasped, awestruck, for there in a perfectly stationary arc
stretching across the billowing, towering plumes of white mist, she saw
a multi-hued sweep of pure jeweled light, arrayed in the most beautiful
translucent bow of vivid colors, red above, and purple beneath, with
orange-yellow and blue-green streaked through the center of the
miraculously motionless curved arc.
Gasping with increasing difficulty for air from her tortured lungs, and
still gazing up into the white mists, Si'Wren stared, spellbound, as
the bow of colors and the thundering roar of the waterfall slowly faded
from her senses.
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