↑To Ride a Rathorn, "Chapter XVIII: Solstice", I — " 'Listen," she said desperately. 'You like my horse, don't you? I'll give him to you.' 'Present?' said the sunken mouth, suddenly hopeful. Nothing, it seemed, could quell the Earth Wife's greed for gifts."
↑To Ride a Rathorn, "Chapter XVII: Into the Wilds", I — "They regarded the animal in question, a placid chestnut gelding with blonde mane and tail, built along the lines of an equine mountain range. He dropped his huge head to scratch a heavily feathered fetlock. Somewhere under all that hair must be a hoof the size of a buckler."