Chapter TWOBy the time the Marquis had ridden Agamemnon to the far end of the Park both he and the horse were breathless.
By this time Agamemnon was beginning to acknowledge that he had met his Master and, although he had tried every trick he knew to unseat him, the Marquis was still firmly in the saddle.
Both man and animal had developed a respect for each other during what had been a fiery and tempestuous battle from the moment they had left the stable yard.
Now Agamemnon moved with a certain dignity to show that he was still aware of his own consequence, but in the direction that the Marquis was guiding him.
He was thinking with some satisfaction that he now had a horse that was worthy of his own expertise and that he would doubtless enjoy innumerable further battles with Agamemnon,
