“He saved my life on the beach,” Lyra said.  “We came out of his camp, and there were two stallions that came up to him.  One of them said something, and he just threw my saddlebags at the first one and knocked the second one over and then told me to run.  I almost made it, but the mare cast a spell that paralyzed me.”  She shuddered at the memory: her legs had stopped working, and then the spell had failed.  “But he was charging at her . . . he must have done something, because I got back.  I lost almost all of my magic, and I got a strange burn on my side from the mare’s wand, but I made it back.”