Artax gives an extended snort that could perhaps best be described as 'long-suffering', and tilts his head back to stare at the professor. Sighing, August reaches up and gives the horse's ear a hard tug, and after a half-hearted attempt to bite August's fingers in return, Artax sets off forward at a pace clearly intended to be a little faster than a comfortable walk.

"Well then, let us follow apace. We have many miles to cover, I'm sure."