Horses represent the conflict between fantasy and reality that plagues Chris throughout his life. This conflict is especially visible in the juxtaposition between Duchess and Firefly, the horses that exist in Chris’s fantasy version of Shallow Creek, and the actual horses on his family’s farm, Floss and Trooper. As imaginary horses, Duchess and Firefly stand for Chris’s inability to accept reality. In Chris’s made-up version of Shallow Creek, his family lives in a treehouse, the lake holds dinosaur footprints, and beautiful Duchess and Firefly run freely through the meadows of Criss-Cross Ranch. When Vanessa finally visits Chris in Shallow Creek, however, this fantasy is shattered. In reality, there is no ranch, only a failing hay farm. Chris’s house is a shabby log cabin, and his actual horses, Floss and Trooper, are hardly fit to pull a wagon. When Vanessa is grown up and thinks of Chris alone and confined to a psychiatric hospital, a line from an old poem comes to mind: “Slowly, slowly, horses of the night—” She imagines that the days and nights must move excruciatingly slowly for Chris, and wonders if he’s stuck living in the reality he tried so hard to escape (symbolized by Floss and Trooper), or if he’s finally found a way to live forever in his dream world with Duchess and Firefly.
Horses Quotes in Horses of the Night
He missed the horses, I thought with selfish satisfaction, more than he missed his family. I could visualize the pair, one sorrel and one black, swifting through all the meadows of summer.
He hardly ever talked about it, but this once he told me about seeing the horses in the mud, actually going under, you know? And the way their eyes looked when they realised they weren’t going to get out. Ever seen horses’ eyes when they’re afraid, I mean really berserk with fear, like in a bush-fire? Ewen said a guy tended to concentrate on the horses because he didn’t dare think what was happening to the men.
Slowly, slowly, horses of the night – The night must move like this for him, slowly, all through the days and nights. I could not know whether the land he journeyed through was inhabited by terrors, the old monster-kings of the lake, or whether he had discovered at last a way for himself to make the necessary dream perpetual.