Chapter Twenty-Nine
Harsh & Unceasing Training
It wasn’t long before we arrived at the Arena and our daily round of training began once more. It was even more intense than my first day, keeping me always in frustrated tears from the attentions of my Trainer for he was relentless and remorseless. What with his handling of my reins and the remote control for my harness’s shockers, I was kept in a continual state of terror and nervous tension, yet trying to concentrate on my lessons.
I spent hours and hours just circling around and around at the ends of the reins, attempting to perfect the prancing walk that was required of the real horses by the Spanish Riding School in Vienna. It was a very trying time. At mid-day, we were returned to the Grooming Chamber to be fed and watered, then brus
