CHAPTER 23
On Thursday morning Ives had a large pack prepared. By Saturday, George wanted to have worked with every hound at least once, and that meant a large pack today: twenty-two and a half couple, including all the young ones. He looked over the mounted staff in the yard and sighed that only Rhys was yet in livery, but that would change and soon they’d look a lot less motley.
He walked Llamrei over to Brynach who was mounted on a handsome buckskin gelding and trying to stick close to Benitoe while staying out of the way. “It’s a long story, but there may be a confrontation at the gates with Owen the Leash, and I may call on you to demonstrate how friendly the hounds are. You alright with that?”
“As you wish, sir.” He straightened with pride, keeping any apprehension off his face, a
