Buffalo's mount was a pretty red mare with a red-spotted white rump.

It was not entirely by chance that he picked the ruddy red mare.

The red Thessalian mare saw them coming and raised her head.

The red mare moved around, grazing near his feet.

The red mare nudged Ban and he did not reach for her as he would have done.

The sound brought back the dream of the red mare and her white-headed colt.

To Ban he said, 'They named the ship for your red mare.

Airmid was there with the red mare and the colt.

Ban hauled his blade clear and threw himself at the red mare, running with her for three strides before mounting.

The red mare's most recent colt was his most difficult charge.