Tot bestrode a dapple-gray horse, and the Queen sat upon a lion and took hold of its mane to steady herself.
He was never to be seen beyond the limits of his own domain, and, in this wide and social world, was utterly companionless--unless, indeed, that unnatural, impetuous, and fiery-colored horse, which he henceforward continually bestrode, had any mysterious right to the title of his friend.