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Zora looked down upon Bles, where he stood to his knees in mud. The toil was beyond exhilaration -- it was sickening weariness and panting despair. The great roots, twined in one unbroken snarl, clung frantically to the black soil. The vines and bushes fought back with thorn and bramble. Zora stood wiping the blood from her hands and staring at Bles. She saw the long gnarled fingers of the tough little trees and they looked like the fingers of Elspeth down there beneath the earth pulling against the boy. Slowly Zora forgot her blood and pain. Who would win -- the witch, or Jason?
Bles looked up and saw the bleeding hands. With a bound he was beside her.