Arlanc's head moved in the lantern-light as if he were burrowing into the manure – Jack realized he was shaking his head in that annoying way that he did when Jack had blurted out something foolish. 'It is not possible,' Arlanc said. 'The horse trade in Paris is absolutely controlled by the brokers – a Vagabond can no more ride in and sell a horse at the Place Royale than he could go to Versailles and get command of a regiment – it is simply not done. '