He slipped from the saddle. The boy rode on.
His hand clung fast in the horse’s mane;
His hair blew over the horse’s neck;
His small throat sobbed with pain.
“Father! Father!” he cried aloud.
The howl of the fire-wind answered him
With the hiss of soaring flames, and crash
Of shattering limb on limb.
But still the good horse galloped on,
With sinew braced and strength renewed.