I call him Rollo.

He was bred on the estate and, when I am upon him, I feel that the king is not better mounted." "He is a splendid animal, indeed," Philip said, as Rollo tossed his head, and whinnied with pleasure at his master's approach.
"He can do anything but talk," Francois said, as he patted him.

"He will lie down when I tell him, will come to my whistle and, with the reins lying loose on his neck, will obey my voice as readily as he would my hand.
"This is my second horse, Pluto.

He is the equal of Rollo in strength and speed, but not so docile and obedient, and he has a temper of his own." "He looks it," Philip agreed.

"I should keep well out of reach of his heels and jaws." "He is quiet enough when I am on his back," Francois laughed; "but I own that he is the terror of the stable boys.
"This is Victor.