“A force of mounted knights went to battle against desert tribesmen. They had numbers, and training, and fierce stallions on their side. They were arrogant and certain of their victory.
The tribesmen choose to ride in on mares - delicate, swift and nimble. The stallions scented the mares and fought themselves to pieces while their riders were routed. Pride goeth before a fall, Apprentice. Your mare could have caused Wildfire and Snowthorn to buck and bite, and what of their riders?”