Anna peered into the darkness as the column rode slowly westward.
Finally a column of mounted men rode out of the drifting smoke.
No one spoke as the column rode across the bridge and causeway.
The column turned westward and rode on, passing smaller dwellings.
Under strict orders the column rode first to the oasis of Boss.
At the head of the winding columns rode the Horned King.
A full column rode through this section, evidently leaving on some military exercise.
The column rode thus as the Sun clambered up through the winter sky, and miles fell away beneath the hooves.
The column rode into the forbidding cleft, now single file, for the walls were close upon them.
The column rode forward to Old Church two miles away.
