Chapter 15
I am a fool, Jocelyn thought as he stared over to Wansdyke, the great house resting peacefully in its grounds. He urged his mount on, but the blasted horse could tell that a seaman was astride and refused to listen. Jocelyn was tempted to hit it, but decided that it was probably not the thing to do. The horse was bigger and stronger, and would win an altercation. A belt around the ear would sometimes work on a drunken cook. But not on a brute like this.
He circled the horse around until it had danced and neighed to its heart’s content. Then he tried to use his knees to tell it who was in charge. Grumpily, the animal loped off toward the great house.
When they were yet some distance away, the horse found something interesting to look at. It stopped, refused to budge. Jocelyn s
