A number of the audience members shouted out fates good and bad, suggesting Brian end up as a plow horse, a gelding, a stud, a show horse... but Madame Illusia's attention was caught by one young man almost hidden in the back who said "Please give him a good life."
"You!" She pointed a finger directly at the speaker, an average-looking young man with short brown hair and brown eyes. He looked to be in his early twenties, and was dressed casually in a T-shirt and jeans. When Madame Illusia gestured at him, he flushed, but did not cower. "I heard you speak. Repeat what you said so that all can hear you."
"I asked you to please give him a good life." This time the words were clear, though the young man was obviously embarrassed at being called out.
"Why? Is he a friend of yours? A family member?" Madame Illusia patted the newly-made horse. "What do you get out of wishing him to have a good life?"
"Nothing!" The young man looked surprised. "I don't know him, never saw him before he stepped on the stage. But why not let him have a good life? You said he would have a horse's life span, so he won't live as long. If you can determine his fate from here, I am asking that you be kind to him. Let him enjoy life as a horse, have some place where he will be loved and cared for properly."
"Come forward." Madame Illusia waited as the young man nervously edged his way out fo the seating row and hesitated. For a moment, it looked like he might try to run away, but then he walked to the stage. "Up here." She indicated a spot next to the horse. As the young man stepped up, the Clydesdale snuffled and lipped at him affectionately. The young man smiled and rubbed under the heavy chin, and then reached up to stroke the stallion's massive neck with his other hand.
"You seem to have a friend." Madame Illusia smiled. "What is your name?"
The young man kept rubbing the animal's neck, but turned to face her and said "James McKinney. But my friends call me Mack."
"You must certainly be 'Mack' to Brian here. Tell me, Mack, what do you think would be a good life for our young stallion?"
Mack shrugged. "I don't know that much about horses. I mean, he should live as long as possible and be healthy all that time, and have someone who really cares for him to make sure he is always fed and cleaned and happy. And I guess he should have lots of mares, since he is a stallion."
Madame Illusia nodded. "That does indeed sound like a good life for a Clydesdale stallion. And I will grant that to Brian, because you asked for it." The Clydesdale suddenly faded away, leaving Mack and Illusia alone on the stage. "And also because you asked for it, you are going to have a part in keeping him happy."