But Sage King did not like the matter at all.

Lucy had to drop the black's bridle and catch the King, and then ride back to lead the other again.
A broad trail marked the way the two horses had come, and it led off to the left, toward where the monuments were thickest, and where the great sections of wall stood, broken and battlemented.

Lucy was hard put to it to hold Sage King, but the horses behind plodded along.

The black horse struck Lucy as being an ugly, but a faithful and wonderful animal.

He understood everything.