One of the horses whinnied, threw its rider. That startled Ma into running. Dael leapt between her and the soldiers. Three of the other horses stamped and snorted, but the lead soldier’s horse remained eerily calm. He gazed down at Dael with something akin to recognition in his eyes, and before Dael knew what was what, he’d been plucked up and thrown across the man’s saddle.
The soldier said, deliberately for Dael to understand, “Forget the old woman. We have what we came for.”
Dael’s world jolted and spun as the horse lurched away, and then his world went white.
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