“Have you seen Lynette today?” Jeanne asked Olympe the next morning, reining her tawny Palomino beside her friend"s black stallion in the Cour d"Honneur of the Grand Stables.
Cour d"Honneur“Oui.” Olympe nodded, resplendent in her scarlet red riding attire, her full lips the same brilliant color, pulling tight on her reins as her horse bucked toward Jeanne"s. “There is no change.”
OuiJeanne hung her head clad in the huge cavalier"s hat of orange felt with stark white cascading ostrich plumes. Dressed like all the other women in the uniform appropriate for the hunt; her deep orange velvet jacket, cut in a masculine style, enhanced what little curves she possessed. Her stock, the same white as her plumes, yards and yards of the cravat wrapped several times around her neck, ending in a large
