We started.

On the road we overtook three Cossacks who were going out to bring back the colonists who were fleeing to the south.

We joined them and, dismounting, we all led our horses over the ice.

The Yaga was mad.

The subterranean forces produced underneath the ice great heaving waves which with a swirling roar threw up and tore loose great sections of ice, breaking them into small blocks and sucking them under the unbroken downstream field.