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The horse had got away safely.
It was the hay cart that suffered most damage. Bolting recklessly from side to side down the road, the blinkered animal failed to see the twin stone gateposts on its right — skidding crazily, the cart smashed into the uprights. There was a loud splintering of shafts as the horse careered onwards, trailing in its wake reins, tracers and shattered timber.
His lightning reflexes serving him well, Cluny leaped clear. He landed catlike on all fours as the hay cart upended in the roadside ditch, its buckled wheels spinning awkwardly.
Feeling braced after his mad ride and the subsequent narrow escape, Cluny strode to the ditch's edge. The distressed cries of those trapped beneath the cart reached his ears. He spat contemptuously, narrowing his one good eye.
'Come on, get up out of there, you cringing load of catsmeat,' he bellowed. 'Redtooth! Darkclaw! Report to me or I'll have your skulls for skittles.'
Cluny's two henchrats pulled themselves from the ditch, shaking their heads dazedly.
Crack! Slash! The whiplike tail brought them swiftly to his side.