Rokk grinned sardonically at Leela's words. Leela turned to Frannie in chagrin. "He says he will do as he thinks best--and we will do as we are told." Rokk added another command. Leela said, "We must mount the dhranes, Frannie. I think we had better do as he says--and not talk. Can you ride a saddle like that?" From Frannie's viewpoint, the dhranes were now about the size of small horses--four-legged, long-haired, shaggy beasts with crooked, wide-spreading antlers. They moved as though on springs. Frannie was reminded by their movements of giant leopards she had seen in cages on Earth. But they seemed gentle, docile enough. The saddles were oblong, padded with fur, with a high and a low foot-rail, both upon the same side, on which the rider's feet could rest. "I can ride that," said Frannie; and nimbly mounted. There was no bridle; Frannie leaned forward and clutched the antlers. Leela mounted. Rokk moved his dhrane about by spoken words, and by slapping its haunches with his hands. Leela said, "He is going to give us some of the drug, Frannie. Some now--to make us larger. But before we are very large he says we will be beyond the arcade, in the woods where Brett can not see us. We will ride very fast----" The animals lapped their drug eagerly. The man and woman took theirs, with Leela and Frannie. To Frannie again came a moment of nausea--a reeling of the senses. But it was quickly passed. Rokk shouted. Frannie tensed herself. The dhrane under her bounded forward. The ride began. III At first Frannie clung tensely to the antlers; but soon she found it was not necessary to do so. The dhrane ran with long, smooth bounds; sure-footed on the rocks as a chamois, noiseless, lithe as a great cat. It ran, with head extended, low to the ground; beneath her, Frannie could feel the play of its smooth muscles, rippling under its shaggy skin. The woman Mobah rode her dhrane behind Frannie. Leela was directly ahead, with Rokk leading. In single file they bounded forward. Leela's black hair and draperies flew in the wind. She rode, bending forward, her body loosely responsive to the animal's bounds. The wind of their forward movement sang in Frannie's ears. The ground fled by under her with a blur of yellow movement. And all around her was the murky night, rushing at her, passing, and closing in behind. A wild, night ride like the fairy dream of a child. Wild, and free . . . a fairy dream. . . . An exaltation was upon Frannie; she urged her mount to greater speed. And thought of the drug she had taken. . . . The drug was acting. The rushing night seemed shrinking. Everywhere the murk was contracting. The ground was smoothing and turning from its yellow to white. Overhead a remote--very remote--spot of red light shone like a dying sun in the heavens. A lantern-flower! Frannie's heart leaped with triumph. They were growing larger. . . .