His fingers flew across the keyboard, searching out the avenues of correspondence with self-contained routines. Having grasped one of the master program’s constraining strategies, he was able to formulate more appropriate responses and begin to manipulate the system. Successes began to accumulate, culminating in a soft whicker. He turned to pat the destrier that stood by his side. The horse nuzzled his hand and bumped his shoulder with its snout. Like a proper steed, it was eager for adventure. He mounted the milk-white stallion and settled into the high-cantled saddle. Then they were off, the horse’s alabaster mane and tail streaming back in the wind.