I did not think to ask. They were more put out over the ram going missing than they were the chariot- something about breeds and bloodlines- I stopped listening somewhere in the middle, thoroughly distracted by the lady's plunging neckline. She would- [ He holds his hands in front of his chest, mimicking a large bosom that jiggles as he walks. ] I was enraptured- Surely one wrong move and she would spill out. It must have been an enchanted bodice.