He had fallen off the horse and been dragged by a stirrup for a distance before a hoof slammed into his shoulder.  Following it, the saddle, with his one foot still in its stirrup, slammed directly onto his legs.  He saw it all, in another kind of time that seems not at all to move.  He thought that he was experiencing things clearly enough to be able to predict what was to happen next.  But, the horse did not rear back to stomp on him again; it scooted away, then returned, and stood over him.  He felt watched over enough to realize his legs only ached and his shoulder not at all.  That, too, he had not predicted.  The horse’s head was hanging low, eyes droopy, perhaps being kindly, and his own eyes too had started to feel the weight of sleep in them.  He felt the silvery sheen sensation that then flooded him to be of a harmony reached with another being.  He felt sleepier till, as by an alarm going off, he felt it urgent to stay awake, to get to his feet.  He did.  But, it made the horse quickly scurry away, to under a tree, to the closest he thought one wary animal likes to be to another.