So far we can drive, though it's a frightful road and one of us must walk beside the carriage and keep it from tipping over.

We must wake up the young lady, too, and tell her to hold on tight, or she'll be thrown out.

But never fear.

The horses can be depended on, and the carriage is Toroczko work and good for the jaunt." There was a halt, and Blanka awoke of her own accord.

Manasseh turned to her, chatted with her a moment on the brightness of the stars and the clearness of the sky, then kissed her hand and bade her draw it back again under her furs, else it would get frost-bitten.