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Rinaldo stood beside Michaela surveying the second collection of horses.
The air smelled of the dust their hooves stirred up and their manure and the hay stacked nearby. And it smelled of the horses themselves, that faintly sour scent Rinaldo loved breathing in every time he entered a stable.
The horses were gathered behind a sizable roped enclosure. There were around fifty of them, a mixture of mounts that some of the warriors had brought themselves, and some that King Carleman had provided for the use of anyone in the army. Not every warrior could afford his own horse.
There were ten enclosures in all, five on Orlando’s side of camp, five here. Rinaldo would show Michaela only the horses that his own men used. He didn’t need yet another reason to stir up conflict with his fellow c
