And so you have seen a horse, Ned, a horse saddled and bridled and with no owner! It can't be the one that King Richard offered his kingdom for, and since it isn't we'll just see why this caparisoned animal is there grazing in our valley." The two went down the slope.

The horse was still there, grazing in his grassy circle, and as the two approached he drew away a little but did not seem to be frightened.

Then Ned understood, or at least his belief was so strong that it amounted to conviction.
"It's the horse of the soldier whom you shot yesterday," he said.

"You remember that he galloped away among the bushes.

No doubt, too, he was driven a long distance by the storm.