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HABNESS jingling? Hoofs clattering on the ice? Isn't that old Blesi snorting in the darkness out on the drift? Yes, of course it is. They were not long in streaming down the stairs, out through the snow corridor, up on to the surface-is there anyone there?
"God be praised" was heard whispered in the darkness just beside them. "So the blessed creature has found its way home after all. I am here. Come nearer."