Ahead, the three occupants could see a great, looming, dark mass reaching up toward the sky and standing across the way, extending far beyond seeing to the north and south. Spindlethorn it was, a great tangle of massive vines rearing fifty feet or more into the air, with razor-sharp spikes clawing outward—so thickly entwined that even birds found it difficult to penetrate the thorny mass. Through this mighty barricade the road went, and overhead the tangle interlaced, forming a shadowy tunnel of thorns leading down into the river valley from which sprang the fanged barrier. Into the tunnel rolled the waggon, and the light fell blear along the path. And long did the trio ride in the thorny dimness. At last, ahead the wayfarers could see an arch of light, and once more into the day they came as the route crossed a bridge over the Spindle River. Beyond the bridge on the far bank again the Barrier grew, and once more a dark tunnel bored through it.
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