He turned in time to see someone racing away.
Heart racing, Taran went.
In 1866 he matriculated at Christ Church, Oxford, but went down in 1868, by the request of the dean, rather than abandon the possession of a small racing stud.
Dean nodded in agreement, his stomach roiling and his heart racing as he hoisted his knapsack to his shoulders and they slowly entered.
The world was turning at Mach speed and Dean felt himself racing along with the uninformed, totally out of control.