in hurried breaths as though she hooves struckthe ground - shaking the entire valleybecame the destination and an attraction for thecasual event for one's car-loving family. Itests; no one gets out without having been gorgedelite and well-positioned to see and be seen.elite and well-positioned to see and be seen. was running along with the beautiful beasts. They were both graceful and violent as their It was the best of times and the worst of times. In the north, there was joy and prosperity. In the south, there was simmering, seething dis- -content. Unhappiness bred discontent and restlessness for change. Horses ran wild and the ground shuddered under their powerful hooves. The rhythm carried drove the beating of her heart. She breathed in breathed in seeming rhythm of their hooves as the muffled thunder filled the valley. Tara turned to Jafar and asked, "Are the Arabian horses you promised me?" He turned to her and his gaze betrayed a wry grin.