A horse snorts before stepping forward.

Yes, your legs, like horses' dancing on the green grass.

I liken you, my darling, to a mare harnessed to one of the chariots of Pharaoh.

Every time I heard her heart go galloping like a herd of horses it made her more real.

And as he rode through the purlieus of his city, the white mane of his amber-coloured steed was all that he could clearly see in the dusk of the high streets.