Your horse rears again, and while it’s upright and off-balance something else bashes into you from the other side, and you both go down. You hear and feel your bones break at the same moment. You try and pull yourself free, because there are stampeding horses all round you, you can see them surging up towards you, filling your field of vision. One of them is very close indeed. You can see the ends of the nails, driven through the shoe into the hoof and clipped off short by the farrier − And now I must ask you to stop imagining, because you’re dead.
