When their owners drove forth in the streets or the country roundabout they were escorted by black coachmen and footmen in livery.

The younger men were invariably on horseback, dressed like English country gentlemen, and they rode with a skill and grace that Robert had never before seen equaled.

The parsons, as in England, rode with the best, and often drank with them too.
It was a proud little society, exclusive perhaps, and a little bit provincial too, possibly, but it was soon to show to the world a group of men whose abilities and reputation and service to the state have been unequaled, perhaps, since ancient Athens.

One warm afternoon as Robert walked down the single street with Tayoga and Grosvenor, he saw a very young man, only three or four years older than himself, riding a large, white horse.
The rider's lofty stature, apparent even on horseback, attracted Robert's notice.

He was large of bone, too, with hands and feet of great size, and a very powerful figure.