A few seconds later the cart began to burn, as if touched by some invisible torch.

It was unclear why or how the cart began moving under its own power.

Skiodra lifted his hand, and the four carts began to wind their way up from the road at the bottom of the ridge.

The cart began to smoke as the straw pallet the creature had been lying on inside caught fire.

He wheeled in a cart with several covered metal dishes kept warm over a flame and began to serve from them.

The cart survived the race down the hill, and once on level ground Gwalch began to hope that the worst was over.

The old man looked down at them from his high seat, tugging on the reins so that the cart began to slow.

He eased forward to see what happened as the carts began to roll down the corridor, gaining speed.

The cart left the dunes and began to follow a lane of red cobbles.

Just then the cart in front of us began to move on, and then we had a good turn.