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“It’s her!”
“Look, it’s her!”
Rinaldo twisted in his saddle to see where Orlando’s men were pointing.
His heart lifted with the hope that it was Bradamante.
What he saw lifted his heart none the less.
Orlando descended the hillside under the driving snow with Michaela seated in front of him on his horse.
She looked unconscious, but that didn’t worry Rinaldo. He had seen her that way before.
She must have just healed someone. But who? Was it Bradamante?
Rinaldo didn’t wait, but called up the hill.
“Is she all right?” he shouted. “What happened?”
But the storm muffled his voice. Orlando couldn’t hear.
Meanwhile Rinaldo strained to hear the shouts that were now coming up to the trail from down below in the steep ravine.
A team of his men were still trying desperately to haul t
