"They are an ungentle people," Éowyn agrees, but by some miracle keeps the rancour out of her voice. "That is no flaw, necessarily. Nor is spectacle. My real trouble is that they think so little of their horses as to have them tended by tongueless slaves who have likely never seen such a beast before." She strokes Hafod's neck lovingly as they walk. "I suppose when cars and trains are commonplace, horses lose some of their value. Yet it is foreign to me, like so much here."