The mare was handed off to that gel who had been so rude to him about his stall mucking however many days ago it had been. He wasn’t sure he had even heard her name, which saved him the trouble of remembering it. What he could plainly see, though, was that she knew what she was doing. There was no nipping, balking, or sneering coming from that mare, something Damion felt now qualified to judge. And once she directed the mare to run about her in a circle, albeit attached to a long length of rope, the mare did so without question.
“Corr,” a voice said breathlessly from beside him, “she’s powerful good at it, ain’t she?”
Damion looked to his left and found one of the new stable lads standing there, his mouth agape, his eyes bright with admiration.
“Corr,” Damion agreed, trying not to shudd
