I thought Liam reminded me of some of the elegant stallions ridden by brave soldiers in many war epics of yore. They were alive yet looked even more so as they crushed the earth under foot bridging lost distance and taking their riders into battle. You hardly noticed any fear in their eyes. It was almost as if they lived to fight. This captivating grandeur is captured in the Holy Bible thus: “Do you give the horse his might?

“Do you clothe his neck with a mane? Do you make him leap like the locust? His majestic snorting is terrifying. He paws in the valley and exults in his strength; he goes out to meet the weapons. He laughs at fear and is not dismayed; he does not turn back from the sword. Upon him rattle the quiver, the flashing spear, and the javelin. With fierceness and rage he swallows the ground; he cannot stand still at the sound of the trumpet. When the trumpet sounds, he says ‘Aha!’