Godiva

''Where is she?' he said, this throat suddenly tightening. 'She's supposed to be here when the men come home.' Just then fresh noises came from the entrance to the yard and everyone turned to look that way. Godiva's outrider, blowing a horn, came trotting in, followed immediately by her liveried herald. Lovric swore into his beard at this ostentation and turned away from his waiting soldiers in embarrassment. But then Godiva appeared, riding high on a tall Palomino mare, horse and rider a swirl of chestnut, cream and pale gold, and his anger faded like an enemy that had briefly raised his flag but passed on to another confrontation.'