Steam blasts from his flared nostrils in the early morning cool. Hooves scrape dirt as he paws the ground impatiently. Thunder rolls as heavily muscled bodies rush across the field, fletched arrows rattling at their sides, riders holding fast to spear and shield. Trumpets blast amid the clash of battle noises, yet the horse “mocketh at fear, and is not affrighted; neither turneth he back from the sword…. He saith among the trumpets, Ha, ha; and he smelleth the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting” (Job 39:19-25). The heaviness and sheer power of the horse...
