It surprised him all the more because he could not remember ever hearing that Lord Lydford was a particularly outstanding horseman and he knew that Nadine was what was called ‘a Park trotter’ and rode as seldom as possible.
As they rode home after galloping the freshness out of their mounts and bringing a glow to Mina’s cheeks, the Marquis knew that this was one lesson he might learn from more than he could teach.
“I suspect you of being a white witch,” he said as the house came into sight, “who has cast a magic spell over Firefly. He has been difficult ever since I bought him.”
“He is a magnificent horse!” Mina replied. “It is because they are frightened of him that he behaves badly.”
“And that may be true,” the Marquis admitted, “but he has tried to kick his stall down and injured a
