When they were almost at the edge of the fire a shout told them that they had been seen.

Eve, the swift of foot, outpaced Hugh, and was the first to leap into that circle of tall flames.

She was through it! They were all through it, scorched but unharmed.

Thirty paces away was the little point of land where nothing grew, for the spring tides washed it, that jutted out into the waters of the Blythe, and, perhaps a hundred to their right, the Claverings poured down on them, foot and horse together.
Hugh caught his foot in a willow root and fell.

Eve and Grey Dick sped onward unknowing.