The mare shies at the storm of apples, half-rearing and letting out a shrill whinny. Susan balances with her with graceful ease, bringing her back down to all four hooves and turning her in a large circle. "There, now," she praises, low and soothing. "It's all right, there's naught to fear."

She throws Caspian a laughing glance, then looks up at the giant. "Thankee-sai," she calls, "we've enough now and to spare, so no more, I beg."