Riding now through the Park and into the fields beyond, Kistna was on a horse that was spirited but well-trained and responded to almost everything she required of him.
As they drew in their mounts after a long gallop, she said with a little sigh,
“I never imagined, my Lord, that it would be possible to move – so fast. Since your horses must be swifter than anyone else’s, I am not surprised that you win so many races.”
“I am certainly hoping to win the Gold Cup at Ascot,” the Marquis replied.
“Will I be able to see it?”
The Marquis turned to look at her and she knew that this was something he had not considered.
“Please – let me,” she pleaded. “It would be – so exciting to see your horse first past the Winning Post.”
“Actually,” the Marquis said, “I had not thought of your being the
