He bade each of the warriors farewell, then he, Saphira, and Orik watched the dwarves ride back along the trail they had arrived on.

Behind the golden-haired elfmaiden rode two who caused not a few in the crowd to point in wonder-a kender and a dwarf, mounted together on a shaggy pony with a back as broad as a barrel.

He had seen horses, but he had never OK Copctunt of the Sbrgc seen dwarves ride them.

Not shadows, Lannisters, she thought to herself, glancing back to where the dwarf rode beside Bronn.

You do not guess what kindness he has shown you in letting dwarves ride them so far and so fast, nor what would happen to you, if you tried to take them into the forest.

With Blue Wing scouting ahead, Macurdy, Jeremid, Melody, and the three young dwarves rode eastward in the direction of the Silver Mountain, the Sisterhood, and he supposed Varia.

The dwarf still would not ride, but only led the donkey, until Rod let his embarrassment begin to show.

A dwarf on a mud-spattered mule rode heavily in at the gate, and came to a sliding halt before Gorstag.

From opposite ends of a grassy field, two dwarves rode toward each other on white Feldûnost.

The dwarf shook his head and rode on, thinking of Burlane and Ferostil and Rymel, all dead now, all never to laugh with him again... well, perhaps he'd join them soon, if there were hostile mages about.