When we were in my apartment, each time, I woke up after he was gone. I didn't even hear him leave. And I thought it was because he needed to get home early in order to clean the stalls and feed his Bitney, his warhorse, before sunrise. And now I am here, I wake up, and he is gone too! What kind of a wife am I?" A woman's clear voice filled the stable. Bitney had been in the back where it was warmer on this unusually chilly late summer morning. From habit, he did not use his inner fires unless it was very cold.