The body of Golo himself, being of the same supernatural substance as his steed’s, overcame all material obstacles⁠—everything that seemed to bar his way⁠—by taking each as it might be a skeleton and embodying it in himself: the door-handle, for instance, over which, adapting itself at once, would float invincibly his red cloak or his pale face, never losing its nobility or its melancholy, never showing any sign of trouble at such a transubstantiation.