Hugh cut off his laugh. "I will be the same," he said. Mercifully, he did not ask if he could check, as some of the boys of the Lethan would have, nor look the other way in tongue-tied embarrassment as Robert would do.
"Now." He cut lengths of grass, tied them together and created effective hobbles for the horses. "We will let them graze and hope that if they are seen they look like wild beasts rather than Armstrong mounts." He smiled. "They were probably stolen from somewhere else in the first place."
"I will call mine Kailzie," I said, "after a place I know well."
"Kailzie she is, now and henceforth," Hugh agreed solemnly.
I watched him work. The morning light was strengthening but in the gloom between these thick trees, I still had no clear idea about his looks. I wished to see this
