Teuns wakes up disorientated and looks around him. It seemed as if the snorting of a horse had woken him up. It appears so because his horse is snorting and shaking its head wildly to get rid of the thing around its head. The item in question is the piece of cloth Teuns had tied around its head the night before.
First light is coming from the east, and with a shock, Teuns realizes that the wind is not blowing so violently anymore. Of course, it is still blowing strongly, but it is much calmer than before, and it is also cold.
“This is the back of the storm,” he says and jumps up. “This cold wind is at the back of the storm, and here I am sleeping.”
But he could not help it. Last night he had led the horse here under great difficulty, and they have reached relative safety behind a high c
