He would make it trot or gallop
One day Lord Breadinbag, the Duke of Free-meal, and the Earl of Dry-throat, with all their followers, came to visit King Grangousier. With so many guests all at once, the palace was crowded, and in the stables for the visitors’ horses there was not a stall to be had.
Lord Breadinbag’s steward and his first gentleman-of-horse came on Gargantua just as he was sliding down off the palace roof. “Aha!” thought they, “we can find out from him where the king’s own stables are.”
“Good prince,” said the steward, “can you show us where the giant horses are kept?”
“Oh, yes,” cried Gargantua, “come with me.”
And taking them both by the hand, he dragged them after him up the great staircase of the palace. Through a long hall he led them up into a tower.
“This is some trick!” gasped the gentleman-of-horse. “The stables are never at the top of the house.”
As for the poor steward, he was too breathless to reply. “You—never—can—tell,” he panted. “Things—so—odd—in—these—giants’—countries.”