One in particular, a pretty black charger with a bewigged and beribboned aristocrat on top of it, was declining to follow orders, and stood broadside to Jack, a couple of lengths away. 'And what do I hear for this magnificent Turkish charger?' Jack demanded, spurring Turk forward again, so that after building up some speed he T-boned the black horse just in the ribcage and actually knocked it over sideways – the horse went down in a fusillade of hooves, and the rider, who hadn't seen it coming, flew halfway to the next arrondissement.