On the Thursday morning Guinevere was down in the stables. A year ago she had been given a horse as a birthday present, and now she had to look after it. The only problem was she didn’t ride, so Jay did and Guinevere did all the looking after.
It was a big black stallion, with a shiny coat and strong flanks. She had called him Darsor. Technically he was a black Andalusion breed, a typical warhorse, very loyal and sturdy. She picked up a curry comp from the wall and started from Darsor’s neck to comb in fluid movements. She was so involved she didn’t notice Arthur coming in the stables...
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