"it'll come again, i'll be bound," thought boots; but no, it didn't come again; still it was, and still it stayed; but after he had lain a little while, he heard a noise as if a horse were standing just outside the barn-door, and cropping the grass. he stole to the door, and peeped through a chink, and there stood a horse feeding away. so big, and fat, and grand a horse, boots had never set eyes on; by his side on the grass lay a saddle and bridle, and a full set of armour for a knight, all of brass, so bright that the light gleamed from it.