He took her hand in his and held it till the horses moved apart, fingertip parting from fingertip. Siptah was bound for the gate. Arrhan followed, of her own accord.
Gray horse and white. Dark rider and light. There was no knowing where they were bound, except they went together.
The End
C. J. Cherryh, Exile's Gate
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