Bring on your Wildfire!" Lucy unsaddled Sarchedon and turned him loose to graze while Slone went out after Wildfire.

And presently it appeared that Lucy might have some little time to wait.

Wildfire had lately been trusted to hobbles, which fact made it likely that he had strayed.
Lucy gazed about her at the great looming red walls and out through the avenues to the gray desert beyond.

This adventure of hers would soon have an end, for the day of the races was not far distant, and after that it was obvious she would not have occasion to meet Slone.

To think of never coming to the pass again gave Lucy a pang.