Chapter Thirty-Seven
Breeding
Over the next months we were taken to a number of shows and put through our paces as Lipizzaner’s; always to the delight of the gathered admirers, but one day, a Trainer came and cut me from the rest of the team.
“Come,” he commanded, tugging firmly on my reins.
I had no choice, of course, but to follow the commands of the painful arrangement of straps and steel fastened to my face and helmet. He left the Stable area of the Palace with me in tow behind him, prancing prettily and creating quite the clattering display, thanks to my hooved and steel-shod feet. Naturally the destination was unknown to me and so I followed obediently for to do otherwise was unthinkable. He played with me as only a cruel Rein Master can, making me veer occasionally from side to
