the source shouts again- but his words are lost as water as tall as a city crashes through the valley below us , swallowing everything in its path- { viola } we pound up the road into town , acorn and angharrad running so fast i can barely keep hold of his mane- girl colt hang on , acorn says and manages to speed up even more- bradley 's up ahead of me on angharrad , the falling snow whipping around us as we cut through it .