The stirrup was heavy, and as soon as she was tired she could no longer keep its weight from drawing her foot in.
The inside of her right knee was as sore as a boil.

Besides, she had other pains, just as severe, and she stood momentarily in mortal dread of that terrible stitch in her side.

If it returned she knew she would fall off.

But, fortunately, just when she was growing weak and dizzy, the horses ahead slowed to a walk on a descent.

The road wound down into a wide deep canyon.