"Clip-Clop. Clip-Clop."
A black stallion trots through fresh Winter snow.
They say a Black Stallion symbolizes evil or the will to do others great harm. They say it represents destruction. Dressed in the color black, it bears the color of darkness. They also say that dreaming of a black horse in the night is the sign of a coming mystery. It's a mystery what the maniac Karlisle whispered into Jorgen's ear earlier that day, an intense one at that.
Jorgen's white face hangs close to his mare as he whispers soothing words into her ear.
"One day, we'll ride like we used to. One day you'll ride as a Lord's mare into the lines of battle."
The mare whinnies in response.
'Lighten the patrols. Sabotage the garrison.'
'Lighten the patrols and sabotage the garrison. It's all I have to do.'
'Cevan will win this war, and I'll be rewarded.'
'I'm sorry, Harald, but I'll never risk putting my life in Karlisle's hands again.'