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Updated: May 9, 2025

And that is about all, I think unless you would like to know that their mother, the king's consort, who had been working grimly along on their trail since dusk, slid swiftly down the bank in that crisis, a fiery-eyed, long, gliding shape, and plunging into the watery inferno utterly recklessly, brought out, one by one, dripping, shivering, and by the scruff of the neck, first the king's son, then the king's daughter, and stopped not till she had placed them high up the bank, safe among the thorn-scrub, where they crouched together, side by side, listening to the cataclysmal threshings of the blind devil down in the black waters below there; and their father, the king, came up pad-pad-pad-pad behind them, to thunder out defiance at all the world above their sturdy, broad, intelligent heads, and purr his joy at their return.

F. St. Mars - The Way of the Wild