It was a very fine horse, and capable of carrying double his weight.

It was fully caparisoned with military bridle and saddle and horse cloth.
They mounted at once.

The orderlies ran to their horses, which were held by a mounted trooper, and the four fell in behind the officers.

Lindsay and Fergus rode half a length behind the marshal, but the latter had some difficulty in keeping his horse in that position.
The marshal smiled.
"It does not understand playing second fiddle, Fergus.

You see, it has been accustomed to head the procession." As they rode along through the street, all officers and soldiers stood as stiff as statues at the salute, the marshal returning it as punctiliously, though not as stiffly.