He was a dapple grey, not very tall--a little over fifteen hands perhaps--but with the short head and splendid arch of the neck which comes with the Arab blood.
His shoulders and haunches were so muscular, and yet his legs so fine, that it thrilled me with joy just to gaze upon him.

A fine horse or a beautiful woman, I cannot look at them unmoved, even now when seventy winters have chilled my blood.

You can think how it was in the year '10.
"This," said Massena, "is Voltigeur, the swiftest horse in our army.
What I desire is that you should start to-night, ride round the lines upon the flank, make your way across the enemy's rear, and return upon the other flank, bringing me news of his dispositions.

You will wear a uniform, and will, therefore, if captured, be safe from the death of a spy.

It is probable that you will get through the lines unchallenged, for the posts are very scattered.