What! You have the soldiers' horses with your own?
Well done! I did not credit you with so much wit.

Now, Sir Wulf, can you walk?
Yes; so much the better; it will save you a rough ride, for this place is steep, though not so steep as one you know of.

Now set the princess upon Flame, for no cat is surer-footed than that horse, as you may remember, Peter.

I who know the path will lead it.
John, take you the other two; Peter, do you follow last of all with Smoke, and, if they hang back, prick them with your sword.
Come, Flame, be not afraid, Flame.

Where I go, you can come," and Masouda thrust her way through the bushes and over the edge of the cliff, talking to the snorting horse and patting its neck.
A minute more, and they were scrambling down a mountain ridge so steep that it seemed as though they must fall and be dashed to pieces at the bottom.