I spurred Hysteria forward, though truth be told
I did not spur her precisely because I do not wear spurs.  Spurs seem unnecessarily mean and pointed and Hysteria is possessed of something of a fragile ego.  If one speaks harshly too her, she is likely
to go into a mope for weeks on end and jabbing her haunches or belly with pointy metal objects could send her into a serious downward spiral of depression.  It would be a sad thing to see.  So I encouraged her forward.  I urged her forward.  I coaxed her forward.  I asked her to go forward and she went forward, which now that I think about it, is the direction that she is usually most likely to go.

Hysteria, as a name for a warhorse, just came to me.  I just love it.  Hysteria is of course not something you generally want your horse to have, but there’s more to it of course than that.  The word hysteria, is such a gender biased word, hysteria being a supposed female weakness, hence its connection with hysterectomy.  I haven’t named any other horses in the series, at least until book 4, Eaglethorpe Buxton and the Amazons, in which there is a horse named Susan.