I swung my leg over the Mongol horse. It wasn’t a great feat. I was larger than the horse, which stood at about five feet. The breed was small, but they could carry heavy loads and their stamina was legendary. Genghis Khan had nearly taken over the Eastern world on the backs of these small but mighty beasts. I mounted mine, ready to delve into a past it appeared I’d purposely forgotten.
Loren pulled up beside me on her steed. Her eyes were trained past me. Her lips quivered, failing to hide a building snicker. I turned to see what she found so funny. Then I had to look away, lest I burst out in a full belly laugh.
Tresor Mohandis was not having an easy time mounting his own steed. The two beasts faced off. Tres gripped the reins of the mongrel. The horse stepped to the side as the big ma
