Renault hated horses. The stunk and always seemed to hate him back. Of course he knew how to ride them, his family did have some in the countryside. They weren’t wealthy by any stretch of the word, but the Lefevre’s were better off than most. His father, Raymonde, was a well respected jeweler just outside of Paris. It allowed for a more educated upbringing for Renault, which in turn helped him achieve the rank of lieutenant so quickly.
The stables that the Brotherhood owned were no different than any he had been in before. s**t and rotting food filled the nostrils, but Renault fought through that when Francois had taken him there early that morning.
It was explained to him that these were some of the fastest and most rugged horses in the entire country. They could run for 8 hours straigh
