"Mount," he said. The chevaline rose into a crouch. Hackworth threw one 
leg over its saddle, which was padded with some kind of elastomeric stuff, and 
immediately felt it shoving him into the air. His feet left the ground and 
flailed around until they found the stirrups. A lumbar support pressed 
thoughtfully on his kidneys, and then the chevaline trotted into the street and 
began heading back toward the causeway.