“I am the black horse. “On eight legs I bear my rider. “He holds no rein. “At the end of the journey it is he who is left in the stall.” I am not sure dragons frown. Their scaled foreheads are not designed for furrowing. But I could not shake the sense that the dragon was frowning at me. After a little while, she responded calmly, “A coffin and its bearers.”
