Duke of Egypt
Page 22
by Margriet de Moor
“Take me with you!” she cries with the same extreme act of the heart with which she caught his glance.
The wind has meanwhile risen to a single gust. And yet he has heard her voice.
Bravura, a trace of haughtiness in his eyes.
“All right! Come on, then!”
A huge horse is driven into the crowd. At a pat on its neck it stops. Then someone doesn’t hesitate for a moment to reach out with both arms.