“You are the only man who would, I think, be able to control him,” he had said to the Duke.
The Duke had discovered that he was right and it was most certainly a challenge that he greatly enjoyed.
Although the stallion was now far less obstreperous, he had not yet allowed anyone else to ride him.
With horror he watched Vina taking one fence after another, expecting at any moment to see her fall to the ground.
If she did not break her neck, he thought, she would surely be severely injured in one way or another.
Now, as he saw the ease she was riding with, he could hardly believe that he was not dreaming.
“I-I am sorry, Your Grace,” she said in a quiet voice, “if I have done anything wrong, but you did say I could have a horse that was spirited.”
“Spirited!” the Duke exclaimed.
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