At Eagle's Grief Gorge the water was so deep it showed the sky back, black and still, and while stood admiring the reflection a shape came out of it, took the horse whole, and was gone before the ripple reached the bank.
Bridle, saddle, and monk's entire means of forward motion: eaten between one breath and the next.
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