Tell that story please (if you can)!
I see no reason why not.
Prince Philip used to be the president of the Federation Equestre Internationale, the body that governs the most important horse competitions. As such, he came to Kentucky to view the World Three-Day Event Championships, which were held at the Kentucky Horse Park near Lexington.
The weather was amazingly hot and humid and the crowds were very dense. In order to get an unobstructed view of horses on the tough cross-country course, I walked well out onto the course and found a tree-shaded little hut next to a water jump. I was there with only three or four other spectators.
We had been watching the competition for awhile when a large white vehicle drove up and disgorged several large serious men. They displayed no interest whatever in the beautiful spectacle of the jumping horses but looked very carefully at us, the spectators. Then they courteously moved me away from the hut where I had been sitting.
Within a minute Philip then got out of the vehicle and came to sit down in the hut. He watched the horses, one by one, take the water jump.
But one horse did not make it. He clipped the top rail of the fence hard and fell. His rider, a woman, fell with him. She went under the (rather shallow) water and we didn't see her again. It was clear that the horse had pinned her beneath the surface.
Philip's security men could see that a tragedy was happening before their eyes but they were clearly hesitant to leave the man who was their charge. Happily the prince had no such constraints on his behavior. He darted out of the hut, ran past the security men who tried ineffectually to stop him, and in his exquisite white suit went into the water. He dragged the horse away from the rider and pulled her up. Without his help she would have drowned. None of the rest of us spectator-ladies had the strength to move such a large horse.