Eventually, two tiger cloaks, with their silver ringmail and green stripes tattooed upon their cheeks, rode in a large gilded chariot pulled by four majestic steeds. Though a breed Jon could not recognise, the horses were powerfully built with lofty manes and well-trained, and even though they were uneasy, they approached the still form of the dragon. The northern king dismounted and, with a leap, boarded the chariot. Maelon Maegyr joined him, sent away the tiger cloaks, and took the reins himself.