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The End of the Chase
Time ceased to exist for Godric. The normal progression of days and nights was replaced by the rhythm of his horse’s hooves, the coursing of the Hounds alongside. He rode at the Alder King’s side, taking little note of his surroundings, or of anything else. He didn’t know whether he ate or drank or slept. The Hunt was all, the baying of the Hounds the only sound he heard.
The night they coursed through seemed endless, the stars wheeling above, the Hounds black shadows rippling beside them. Once Godric found himself idly wondering if it was the same night, over and over. But he didn’t dwell long on the thought. It was subsumed, as was everything, by the eager beat of his horse’s hooves and the anticipation of the Hunt.
Other details surfaced through that all-cons
