Chapter ThreeThere was no doubt that the Prince could ride.
As they galloped across the fields, Meta knew that he was better than Richard, who she had always thought was unbeatable.
In point of fact he seemed to be so much part of his horse that it was just like watching a brilliant performance on a stage.
Nathlia also rode extremely well and looked exceedingly smart.
Meta was at first a little embarrassed that her habit was getting old and it was certainly not made of such a good material as Nathlia’s.
But once she was mounted on Firefly she forgot everything except the joy of riding him.
If she could not outdistance their guests, she could at least keep level with them.
They galloped across the flat land, which ended up with a high fence that all the horses took with several inche
