http://www.spiegel.de/international/...740680,00.html
"The horses were panicky". Well quite. Ai ai.
Yet perhaps horses will return, yet, to our rescue. An anthem sung of old by Muir of Himring hints at something of the kind... (
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-horses/)
The time is yet early and I wish attend to my steed's safe burial for some while yet, so I shall hold my tongue for a time. I shall leave behind only the observation that so much frippery and discussion of the Lovers - who are on our side - is at best noise that hampers our clear thinking, at worst, sabotage...