John Pilkington

“Meanwhile the hawk was nearing completion, as was the giant steed, almost twenty feet high. After the tilting and feats of horsemanship, the hug animal was to approach the nobles in the pavilion, lower its massive head and open its mouth, out of which would tumble sweet and comfits, as well as gifts for the ladies. Beneath its caparison, a team of four men worked the cumbersome creature: one in the neck; the others below to move it along and guide it.”
― John Pilkington, A Ruinous Wind