There were several others like the team they had been driving that were in another stable.
His favourite, Firebird, nuzzled against him as soon as he arrived and Isa felt that no human being could have given him a warmer welcome.
“I will ride you tomorrow morning,” he promised him.
The stallion whinnied as if he understood.
There were a number of other horses which were also finely bred and Isa knew that they were fine jumpers.
Lord Lanwood had erected a Racecourse near The Castle and the jumps on it were very high, but at least ten of his best thoroughbreds could manage them without the slightest hesitation.
When they left the stables, Isa looked towards the paddock and the Racecourse beyond it.
Lord Lanwood followed her eyes and suggested,
“I will challenge you tomorrow morning.
