The Milky Way cut across the night sky like a sword.
Hunched figures—the corpses of the earth-people—scurried across the ground, at times leaping like apes to grab hold of tree trunks and propel themselves forward.
'Was it scared away?'
Ever since the Griffin was driven off by the smell of burning pasture, he hadn't been able to find a trace of it.
Whether the Fierce Mane mare had been successfully bred was still unknown. The Groom said only that her condition was fair; her appetite had worsened for a time but was slowly recovering, as was to be expected of a warhorse.
A Griffin represented immense wealth. Leech was torn; he feared it would harm people, but he couldn't bear the thought of losing track of it completely.
'It would be great if it stayed. I could use it as a stud from time to time.'
