" Where ’ s he off to ? " boomed Lady Ramkin , emerging from the mists dragging the horses behind her . They didn ’ t want to come , their hooves were scraping up sparks , but they were fighting a losing battle .
«Куда он дел?» — прогремела леди Рэмкин, выходя из тумана, волоча за собой лошадей. Они не хотели идти, их копыта скребли искры, но они вели проигрышную битву.
