The horses are feeling it--unless some thrall has poisoned the whole stable." Truly the horses were looking strangely.

Their coats stared, and their ears were cold and damp, while they seemed glad of the company of the men, whinnying low and rubbing themselves against them as they came into the stalls.

I heard one thrall say to another that the whole stable had surely been witch ridden in the night.
"Get the horses into the open," I said.

"It is stifling in this stable.

Maybe that is what is wrong." My own horse was standing ready, and he greeted me, after his wont, with a little neigh; but he was wet, and his coat had lost the gloss of which Erling was so proud.