Once more, he lifts into the familiar saddle and view the world from Destier's back; once more he taps his heels into the sleek flanks and the war-horse moves forward, eager.
"Toward the castle, then," he decides, and slants a mischievous smile at her. "Shall we see how fleet your mount is, lady?"
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"Toward the castle, then," he decides, and slants a mischievous smile at her. "Shall we see how fleet your mount is, lady?"