A twelve-tailed being with an otherwordly glow. It was one of the great predators in the Squiggle War. Before the glowing thing had time to surface, the rider had sprung from the box and seized the frightened thing with one hoof, so that they were both in the open country. The squawking tumult was now very slight, and Lake was glad to see the vanished wind and stars overhead. Things flew off in curious directions, and the rider seemed to sense danger from unknown heights. The thing trembled, so he released his hold and let the rider go. They scraped earth together, and the squawking throng swelled to several hundred strong. The rider had a difficult time keeping from toppling, but at length he found he could. Crossing himself to prevent falling, he clutched at the prone thing and tried to rise. But strength grew upon him, and he clung to the thing as it tottered on its hind legs, while from below he could hear ululant music. The thing swayed uselessly, and before it had time to lose consciousness the rider had released his hold and allowed the thing to fly away.