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s quartered； he forgot the old man’s warning and left the road— which curved around the mountain； adding twenty li to the trip—to take a shortcut that led straight to camp。
The temperature began to fall； and when he was about halfway home； the sun shivered from the deepening cold before retreating to the horizon and slipping from view。 Frigid air from the snowy ground rose up； turn—ing Chen’s leather duster hard and brittle。 The hide of his mount was covered with a layer of sweat…frost。 Their pace slowed as the snow deep—ened and little hillocks rose in their path。 They were deep in the wilds； far from all signs of habitation。 The horse trotted on； straight and smooth； so Chen relaxed the pressure on the bit to let the horse determine the pace and direction； as well as how hard it wanted to work。 For no obvious reason； Chen suddenly tensed； he shuddered； being fearful that the horse might lose its way； fearful that the weather would turn ugly； fearful of being caught in a snowstorm； and fearful of freezing to death on the glacial grassland。 The only thing he forgot to fear was the wolves。
Just before they reached a ravine； the horse stopped； pointing toward a spot down the ravine。 It tossed its head and snorted； its pace no longer steady。 Chen Zhen； who had never before ridden alone deep into the snowy grassland； had no inkling of the danger ahead。 But the agitated horse； its nostrils flaring； its eyes wide； turned to head away from what lay in front of them。 Its intuition was lost on Chen； who pulled the reins taut to turn the animal’s head and keep it moving forward at a trot。 Its gait grew increasingly jerky； an erratic bination of walking； trotting； and jolting； as if the animal might bolt at any moment。 Chen pulled back hard on the reins。
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