He had never mounted Diamond himself before, and he had never got off him without being lifted down.

So he sat, while the horse ate, wondering how he was to reach the ground.
But while he meditated, his mother woke, and her first thought was to see her boy.

She had visited him twice during the night, and found him sleeping quietly.

Now his bed was empty, and she was frightened.
"Diamond! Diamond! Where are you, Diamond ?" she called out.
Diamond turned his head where he sat like a knight on his steed in enchanted stall, and cried aloud,-- "Here, mother!" "Where, Diamond ?" she returned.
"Here, mother, on Diamond's back." She came running to the ladder, and peeping down, saw him aloft on the great horse.
"Come down, Diamond," she said.
"I can't," answered Diamond.
"How did you get up ?" asked his mother.
"Quite easily," answered he; "but when I got up, Diamond would get up too, and so here I am." His mother thought he had been walking in his sleep again, and hurried down the ladder.

She did not much like going up to the horse, for she had not been used to horses; but she would have gone into a lion's den, not to say a horse's stall, to help her boy.