Chopping Wood for Food

So you're saying this Petruchio - he had some sort of magic spell to make her - you know the way women are. Be less fickle about everything? This one I know.... and here, Aulus cleared his throat to attempt to hit a bit of a higher octave.

You - go trade for a another horse with the bay one, but it must be black to match my vestment. No white spots. Black black. Not gray black.' And then the next day, it will be for a white one. Why are they like this?  Aulus sighed as if the words brought him back to her, and a pained look stole into his eye. The look he gave Jareth was that of a beggar to a nobleman.