Chapter 4
“Don Fabrizio, come and look!” The farmhand waved his arms. “Your Lordship, the mare has given birth.”
Fabrizio nodded at me to follow him and we went into the half light of the stable. The air was hot and humid and the light that filtered through the wooden boards gleamed on the golden stalks of the straw. I could just make out the horse's shiny coat and, lower down, the small dark silhouette of the foal, which could hardly stand up. Fabrizio stroked the horse's head and she responded by licking his fingers.
He turned towards me. “Let me introduce Ambra. The other woman in my life.”
He led me to the foal and told me to stretch out my hand to touch its ruffled fur.
“It's a colt,” said the farmhand with a satisfied tone.
The baby lost his balance, got his hoofs crossed and c
