If the horse had been any good—or if he had known how to get any good out of the horse—he would have risked everything on a breakaway and a wild gallop. But he knew he couldn't make that horse gallop. So he went on at a walking pace and the unseen companion walked and breathed beside him. At last he could bear it no longer.
“Who are you? ” he said, scarcely above a whisper.
“One who has waited long for you to speak, ” said the Thing. Its voice was not loud, but very large and deep.