You can find your way down the mountain by following the bed of the brook.

Night must not overtake you in this neighbourhood.

Oh, Aaron, may God forgive you for what you have done this day!" Out of the burning tree a pair of owls fluttered, blinded and panic-stricken, a family of squirrels scampered off to a place of safety, and a nest of serpents squirmed and wriggled away from that blazing horror.

Yet neither owls nor squirrels nor serpents fled with more headlong haste than did our travellers.

Zenobia galloped back the way she had come, while the two men took Blanka between them and clattered down the rocky bed of the now nearly dry mountain torrent.
Of all this Blanka could understand nothing.