The horse's scream was disturbingly human, as it tried to rise on its broken leg. Theodred staggered to his feet, shaking his to clear it, but otherwise unhurt.
Eomer looked at his cousin. Theodred looked back, and understanding passed between them; both boys knew what they would have to do.
Theodred knelt, and pulled the horse's head onto his lap, talking softly to it. Eomer leaned on it to keep it still, as Theodred pulled the knife from his belt.
Hesitation would only cause the horse more pain. He took a deep breath, and made sure the cut was deep.