![]() Nine o'clock he asks me to have Ballodair ready, 'Who? His Highness?' He clicked his tongue. Tugging them straight, frowning, Matt glanced at her. The gold buckles on the horse's bridle weren't quite even. 'I said,' she repeated, lowering her voice, 'he's here.' Raised in bantering laughter and the clip-clopping scrunch of iron-shod hooves on raked gravel as two of the stable lads led From the yard behind her, the sounds of voices 'Not really.'ĭathne glanced over her shoulder, unbolted the stable door and slipped inside. ![]() Matt ducked under the stallion's neck and checked the girth buckles on the other side. 'Sorry.' As usual, she didn't sound particularly repentant. 'Sneak up on a body why don't you, Dathne?' 'Easy, Ballodair, you fool,' he said, one hand on the dancing brown hindquarters. To the top of the bolted half-door and her angular face was taut with suppressed excitement. Caught unawares, Matt straightened sharply and stared at the woman framed in the stable doorway. ![]()
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