i say and try to get to her side- get on her saddle- but here come the fires- like swooping burning eagles- one sails right over the top of her- right over where my head woulda been if i 'd been on her back- and suddenly she 's dashing forward in terror- i hang onto her reins and run after her- stumbling along the ground- half-running , half-pulled- as spinning fires come flying in from all direkshuns around us- like the whole sky is ablaze- and my hands are twisted in the reins- and angharrad is screaming , boy colt !