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The high grasses blackened, wavered, then sank down on all sides Distant shouts rose froration

The Trygalle wagon that eed from the fissure burned with black fire The horses theulfed, their screaed madly onto the flooded plain The beasts were devoured in on to roll forward of its ownred streae contrivance pitched, pivoted, burnt bodies falling from its flanks, then careened onto its side in an explosion of ebon flaed was licked by the sah not yet out of control A niht horses in the train, fraying even as they thundered into the clear, splashing through the river of blood that continued to spread out fro like ablack fire, bellowed a warning to the twothe traces The horses swerved, pulling the huge wagon onto theels a uards to its side was thrown by the i river A red-sheathed arht

The horses and wagonas they cleared the river, its fires dying

A third wagon appeared, followed by another, and another The vehicle that then e on scores of iron-spoked wheels, caged by shi sorcery Over thirty dray horses pulled it, but, Whiskeyjack guessed, even that many of the powerful beasts would be insufficient if not for the visible ht

Behind it the portal closed abruptly in a spray of blood

The cos ankle-deep in the noing flow He glanced over at Silverfox She stood ainst her bared shins ’This blood,’ she said slowly, al, ’is his’

’Who?’

She looked up, her expression one of dismay ’An Elder God’s A -- a friend’s This is what is filling the warrens He has been wounded Soods! The warrens!’

With a curse, Whiskeyjack collected his reins and kicked his horse into a splashing canter towards the giant wagon

Massive gouges had been ripped frouards had once clung Sing, staggering as if blind,as if their souls had been torn froy blood, weeping or si silence

The side door nearest Whiskeyjack opened as he rode up

A woman climbed weakly into vieas helped down the steps She pushed her corass-matted mud and found purchase

The commander dismounted