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Daisy stared about her with overwhelming feelings of fear. The fire was spreading about, and vivid pictures of what their fate might be came into her mind as horror filled her. She contemplated Layla's wide, terrified eyes and listened with compassion to the pitiful little moans of pain. She longed to take the little girl in her arms and just mother her for a bit, but Eric was saying, 'You go, Daisy.'
She was silent for some time. She wanted nothing less than to move from that spot, dangerous as it seemed. The roof, however unsteady it was, seemed to shield her from the open air that seemed filled with the dragon, and she did not want to leave the shelter. 'I don't know the way,' she gasped.
He glowered at her. 'You know the way to the courtyard!' said he. 'Hurry, Daisy!'
'I don't know the way,' she said again. In all truth she did not, for terror was overcoming her so strongly that all logical reasonings and remembrances were being swept from her mind. Eric grasped her shoulders strongly and gave her a little shake, crying, 'Daisy! Hurry! Just run!' He made her stand from her kneeling position and shoved her towards the door. She took one last glance at the poor little Layla, and then she ran, though she knew not where.
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