I heard one of the four living creatures saying as with a voice of thunder, "Come." I looked, and behold, a white horse, and he who sat on it had a bow; and a crown was given to him, and he went out conquering and to conquer.
Before the gods that made the gods
Had seen their sunrise pass,
The White Horse of the White Horse Vale
Was cut out of the grass.
I suspect you know me already, friend. Now dry up, won't you? There's nothing more you'll get from me, and I'd advise you against trying.
Horses are miserable beasts, anyhow.