There was a trough where a few horses were tied, right at the edge of town. They took turns to gulp it gratefully – taller horses than he’d ever seen before, and slightly . . . pointier. There was a white mare with these big lazy pools for eyes, an imperious red with dark socks, and an exotic looking stallion as black as pitch, with flaming scarlet hair that burst all about him. He looked at Jay as he approached, and seemed to nod. His hooves stamped the ground.
