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Chapter 5

“Are you hurt, Father?” I was afraid to know the truth, but I had to ask.

“Luckily for you, no,” came the whisper. “Now get that horse out of my church!”

“On it, Father!”

But by now the burly chap was chasing Firecross along the front of the pews and down past the wall of windows. The congregation, who’d been recording events on their cell phones, once more flattened themselves against the back wall as the horse roared towards them.

“Open the back door!” I yelled, running down the center aisle to the rear exits.

Too late. I narrowly missed being squashed by my own horse as he cantered past the onlookers, skidded round the corner, recovered, and made a dash up the other side of the church (the side with the saints on it) with the burly chap still in hot pursuit.