Little though the horses were, Marian opted out of this one, instead choosing to hop up onto the gatepost and watch from a distance. She was faintly nonplussed by the commotion.

Bragi, on the other hand, could not help but laugh as the miniature horses gathered around them. He had no apples or treats to speak of (other than Marian's cat treats, which of course were reserved for Her Majesty alone), but he reached out unhesitatingly to rub their noses and stroke their manes.