The pictures that passed through his mind were mute. But the Wanderer understood what happened, as well as the reason his grandfather had propelled him into those haunting dreams. The Patron found his daughter at the river. Her cheeks were pale and her fingers trembled, pressed deeply into her throat. But his mouth was clamped and his eyes were slits; the Patron was blind to anything outside his wrath. The Trainer was gone by the time they returned. Over the following days, it was as if he’d never been there. The Patron and his servants acted as if nothing were amiss; even her teachers ignored the terror in her eyes. Every morning, the girl felt for her pulse and found nothing. A week later, the gray colt broke away from the men who had branded him and fled for the Abandoned Valley. The girl watched the scene from her bedroom window, the escape of the wild young stallion pulling her out of her stupor. That night she went to the Cook, who leaned her head against the girl’s breast and listened for her heartbeat.
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