"Truly, you are ever thoughtful, lady," he tells her, quite as solemnly.
That twinkle in his eyes must simply be a trick of the light, but all he does is walk ahead to open the wide stable door a little further so Kate can lead the white mare out into the light.
There's no doubting Kate can handle the mare: she's well-mannered, impeccably trained, and Kate's as fine a horsewoman as he's ever known, but he nods at her comment just as though Lineave were as wild as any untrained stallion that's ever passed through their care (enough to give him a headache, he recalls).
"Give a shout," he says, walking with them out into the morning, smiling as Lineave lifts her head, pricks her ears.
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That twinkle in his eyes must simply be a trick of the light, but all he does is walk ahead to open the wide stable door a little further so Kate can lead the white mare out into the light.
There's no doubting Kate can handle the mare: she's well-mannered, impeccably trained, and Kate's as fine a horsewoman as he's ever known, but he nods at her comment just as though Lineave were as wild as any untrained stallion that's ever passed through their care (enough to give him a headache, he recalls).
"Give a shout," he says, walking with them out into the morning, smiling as Lineave lifts her head, pricks her ears.
"Seems she's ready."