The horses stopped and whinnied.
"Now what do we do Agnes?" Adela asked anxiously.
"I don't know Adela. I really don't know. The reaction of the horses shows concern, and I trust the instinct of horses." She replied and looked at Adela with eyes full of disappointment.
At that very moment, a small stone bridge began to form in front of their eyes. The girls looked at each other and couldn't believe their eyes.
When the small bridge was completed, the horses proceeded fearlessly. The bridge was narrow, and only one horse could fit. Adela's horse stepped forward, and the horse with Agnes followed.
As soon as they passed opposite, a light breeze blew. It shone as if someone had sprinkled it with gold dust. The girls looked behind them and dazzled to see the bridge first shrouded in a golden glow and then disappear.
Without commenting on anything, they continued on their way.