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Rain was falling somewhere far away, and it was much easier to run. De Richelieu and Angie were afraid of a thunderstorm, and with each bright glare of lightning and the roar of thunder, they quickly ran aside and clung to the trees. And if there was an opportunity to get inside a big hollow of a tree, then they did it without hesitation in order to sit out for at least a short while and get rid of their fear. Angie was amazed at the courage of Marquis and was glad that he met such a friend. He always wanted to have a determined friend. De Richelieu was an example of determination and courage for him, and Angie saw Marquis really hurrying to get to his new friends Bogdan and Lisa, which meant they really needed help.

“De Richelieu, have you known Lisa and Bogdan for a long time?” asked Angie.

“No, just a few days. I don’t even know why they are heading to the Gorge of the Black Peaks and what kind of person Bogdan is. But I like him, and my heart tells me that I must help him. No injustice should be allowed and hunters should not be allowed to take his horse from him.”

“Do you understand human language?” Angie asked in surprise.

Marquis simply looked in his direction,

“The time will come and you will know everything. Now I only think about finding them! After all, I can only guess which way they could go!”

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De Richelieu did not want to tell Angie about how Zaldan attacked them and he ended up in the witch’s house; and he also did not want to tell that he knows the human language and can talk with people. It would take a lot of time, and they just did not have it.

“Here! This is where I was running from!” Marquis pointed towards the ditch, where Lisa turned. “The horse was hiding there. And Bogdan was hiding on the other side!”

“From whom did you run away?” Angie asked in surprise, realizing that De Richelieu had not yet told him much.

“From Zaldan, the black eagle!” Marquis answered with a trembling voice, recalling those terrible minutes.

“I saw him only once,” said Angie, feeling the blood freezing in his veins from those memories. “That was exactly the moment when Maga conjured, making a real monster out of an innocent deer. In those minutes I thought that I would die of fear!”

“They drove this way!” suddenly exclaimed Marquis, pointing to the crumpled grass. “They are alive!” De Richelieu several times jumped in place, after which he got up on his hind paws, raised his forepaws and shouted aloud to the stars in the sky “They are alive, they are alive! The traces left after the wheels of the cart will show us the way! We will find them!”

Angie had no choice but to run after De Richelieu, who from that moment behaved as if they were not tired and did not make such an exhausting journey.