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. Winnie passed the lion, hit
the wall, and kept right on going, smashing completely
through the brick and out into the sunlight beyond.
And he did not stop there, either! The frantic woolly
mammoth bounded down the slope, away from the cas-
tle, skidding in the dirt, whooping and hollering and
waving his trunk.
Farther down the mountain, Gisella and Denzil rode
single file, Gisella in the lead, along the narrow, winding
trail. As they rode out from the shadow of a towering
boulder, Gisella looked ahead and spotted the silhouette
of a tower against the morning sky. She halted, waiting
for Denzil to catch up.
They rounded yet another bend in the twisting, rock-
strewn trail. Gisella spotted something and stood in the
stirrups to get a better look. A structure, or series of
structures, like no other she had ever seen -- four towers
thrust upward from the side of the mountain, staggered
irregularly. Beneath the towers, a castle appeared to
grow out of the side of the mountain, or perhaps the
mountain had crumbled down on top of the castle. She
thought she saw two figures riding atop a boulder. Then
she realized that the boulder was, in fact, some sort of
enormous, shaggy animal. In a few moments, Denzil
reined up alongside her. He, too, straightened up and
shaded his eyes with his hand.
"Some sort of creature, carrying two riders," he said.
"They seem to be running from that stronghold. Could
they be your companions?"
Gisella squinted. Fortunately, the sun was behind her.
"It's hard to be sure at this distance
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