Motion attracts the bestial eye, and before Karen can really get up to speed the mostly feline mount snarls a challenge and launches itself into a wild gallop, intent on pouncing on her with cruel intent and extreme prejudice!  The thundering footfalls grow closer, closer still...yet she is swift enough to keep ahead of it.  (What becomes of the naughty girl who stole her wallet is unknown to her--there was no brief, damp squeak and cry of anguish, but the creature's rough breathing is loud enough when mixed with the jangling of armor and the knight's curses to drown out most unimportant things like bystanders getting trampled...)<br/><br/>Only too late does Karen realize that the bandersnatch is skidding to a halt, for the path she's been following suddenly drops away under her feet, sending her sprawling, rolling, bumping, and buffeting down a long, steep slope that deposits her in a cold and muddy puddle at the very bottom.