“There are gravel pits just ahead,” he warned her. “They are not easy to see and, if you fell into them, there would be no hope for either of you.”
He spoke in quiet tones, but, as he faced her, Candida replied hotly,
“I would rather we were both dead than that Pegasus should be ridden by that fiend! She is cruel, cruel, do you hear me? She spurs, not merely to control the horse but because it gives her positive pleasure!”
“Listen Candida – ” Lord Manville began, only to be silenced as Candida continued, her eyes blazing, her whole body trembling with the intensity of her feelings,
“I have seen Firefly when she has sent him back to the stables, not for the first time, but for the third and fourth, his left flank badly spur-galled! I have helped poultice him and hated the rider who shou
