Harriet was silent. She suddenly saw Wimsey in a new light. She knew him to be intelligent, clean, courteous, wealthy, well-read, amusing and enamoured, but he had not so far produced in her that crushing sense of utter inferiority which leads to prostration and hero-worship. But she now realised that there was, after all, something god-like about him. He could control a horse.
There is a lot of folklore about equestrian statues, especially the ones with riders on them. There is said to be a code in the number and placement of the horse's hooves: If one of the horse's hooves is in the air, the rider was wounded in battle; two legs in the air means that the rider was killed in battle; three legs in the air indicates that the rider got lost on the way to the battle; and four legs in the air means that the sculptor was very, very clever. Five legs in the air means that there's probably at least one other horse standing behind the horse you're looking at; and the rider lying on the ground with his horse lying on top of him with all four legs in the air means that the rider was either a very incompetent horseman or owned a very bad-tempered horse.
I am the Turquoise Woman's Son,On top of Belted Mountainbeautiful horses--slim like a weasel!My horse with a hoof like a striped agate,with his fetlock like a fine eagle plume:my horse whose legs are like quick lightningwhose body is an eagle-plumed arrow:my horse whose tail is like a trailing black cloud.The Little Holy Wind blows through his hair.My horse with a mane made of short rainbows.My horse with ears made of round corn.My horse with eyes made of big starts.My horse with a head made of mixed waters.My horse with teeth made of white shell.The long rainbow is in his mouth for a bridleand with it I guide him.