Under the black canopy of the night perils are either forgotten or terribly alive.
Mine were forgotten.

The darkness I galloped into led me to freedom and friends.

Yes, and success, which I had not dared to hope and scarcely even to dream of.
Hussin rode first, with me at his side.

I turned my head and saw Blenkiron behind me, evidently mortally unhappy about the pace we set and the mount he sat.

He used to say that horse-exercise was good for his liver, but it was a gentle amble and a short gallop that he liked, and not this mad helter-skelter.