"She's gone out riding to clear her thoughts," Brian told him quietly. "She does not want to be angry with you, so she wanted some time alone. I presume you already know what I'm thinking, don't you?" He did not want to have to repeat the obvious. He didn't want to make this unnecessarily painful for either of them.
Meanwhile, Khaat muscled a blanket and saddle onto the enormous horse. She put a bridle onto the horse, and, as small as she was, she had to work to mount. This stallion was huge, but young and muscular and good spirited. She took him from the barn and rode him away onto the grounds, towards the woods. It felt good to ride again. It made her feel free and carefree.
She rode for a long time, thinking things through, sometimes talking to Ghost and working at befriending him. Her ride took her though a lightly wooded field. She began to feel raindrops. She looked up. The sky was dark as pitch and the wind was stirring up. They were in for a severe storm. She didn't even see Archangel anymore. She knew well that he would have gone back to the house. Thunder began to roll, and the rain and the wind began to beat down on her and her horse. She turned around and began to head back, having to go slowly and steadily because of the sudden blinding rain.
Suddenly a bolt of lightning hit a tree next to them. Ghost reared up and threw her off to the ground. The tree trunk fell straight on Khaat, right across her. She felt pain, and she heard Ghost running off in utter terror. The pain overtook her, and she fell unconscious, knowing she had been much too far from home for anyone to ever find her easily.