...the floss-silk manes tossed up like the crest of a breaking wave... light ran and glittered on them. They were obedient...You would have sworn... as the white horses of the wave crests are to the pull of the moon.
...the floss-silk manes tossed up like the crest of a breaking wave... light ran and glittered on them. They were obedient...You would have sworn... as the white horses of the wave crests are to the pull of the moon.