Leading her white mare, she started away from the landing, up the bank.

A man with two white mares beckoned us from the beach.

The white mare watched him with gentle dark eyes as he hauled himself to his feet and went outside.

Only then did Rory look up at the rider on the white mare.

Taking her time, Shirley opted for a beautiful white mare.

The first was an open carriage, drawn by a pair of fine white mares.

But where were the white mare and the red stag?

And no white mare this time could spring from the sky to his rescue.

The white mare rose again, and Will looked down.

The white mare saw the shadow at the same time.