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Wincing from the pain of your wound, you snatch the reins back and urge the Itikar to climb higher. The Drakkar is now over a hundred feet below, but he is bringing the shrieking Kraan around for another attack.

You wheel to the south to avoid being caught between the two converging squadrons of Kraan-riders. Your sudden change of direction increases the distance between you and your pursuers, but your feathered mount is badly wounded and you are close to despair; the Itikar is losing so much blood that it could become unconscious at any moment, and drop you like a stone on to the distant surface of Lake Inrahim below.

Suddenly you spot something in the distance. It is a sight that renews your faith in miracles.

Turn to 221.

Text copyright © 1985 Joe Dever.
Illustrations copyright © 1985 Gary Chalk.