Weariness filled me, a desire to drop upon the stones, to be rolled away.

To die.

I felt Drake's body quivering even as mine; knew that he was drawing upon every reserve of strength.
"Steady," he muttered.

"Steady--" The Tibetan shrieked and fled, the ponies scrambling after him.

Dimly I remembered that mine carried precious specimens; a surge of anger passed, beating back the anguish.