Chapter Twenty-One
Race Day Arrives
The noise outside of my stable reached a pitch as hoofed ponies were led from their stalls, as for me I waited wondering why no one had arrived to see to me. With the silence I found myself holding my breath. The grate of a bolt being un-shot filled the air, its screech cutting deep into my thoughts. The door swung open and standing before me holding my racing clothes was the groom.
Gone was his leather apron, gone were his dirty clothes, all had been replaced, he stood smart and upright, a man in complete control. He was decked out in his best race day clothes; he was wearing the neatly pressed red jacket of a ring master. The black trousers with a single white stripe down the outside of each leg and holding in his hand a short whip. He tossed the c
