"When he was thunder in the hills the villagers lay dreaming harvest behind shutters. When he was an avalanche of steel the cattle began to low, mournfully, deeply, and chirldren cried out in their sleep. He was an earthquake of hooves, his armor a dark tabletop of sliver coins stolen from the stars, when the villagers awakened with fragments of strange dreams in their heads.They rushed to the windows and flung their shutters wide.
And he entered the narrow streets, and no man saw the eyes behind his vizor."
- "Horseman", Roger Zelazny, 1962