The embassy veterinarian circled the injured horse under Dresil’s watchful eye. He carefully examined the wound in its leg, focusing his attention on the joint.
“It doesn"t look like it suffered too much," he said. "How did this happen?”
“A cart lost its load when I was near it,” the young farmer explained.
“Bad luck. Well, it could have been worse. Rest and it can gallop again.”
“I don"t know if I can give it some rest, I’ve got to go home.”
“Are you really in a hurry? I don"t mind keeping it here for a few days.”
“Just a few days? I thought it would take dozens. I can stay that short a time without any problem.”
“All in good time.”
The veterinarian went to get the material to disinfect the wound. The young farmer stood at the entrance to the stable to look outside.
“Why did you
