The great horse was still lying on the ground. Beverly knelt by his head, placing her own head to his. "I think he's all right, just winded." A moment later she had him stand, his tail swishing in the gentle breeze.
"Let's catch up to the others, shall we?" she suggested.
The Great Swamp began as little more than a sunken landscape. They first had to make their way through a soaked plain. Soon, their horses were fetlock deep in water as they rode beneath a canopy of strange looking trees, draped in vines, with vegetation wrapped around them.
Despite the copious pools of stagnant water, their progress continued unobstructed on clear paths that ran between the trees. All that came to an end as Hayley's horse suddenly went flank deep into a hole hidden beneath the surface of the water.
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