“Mister Masen,” she interrupted, “what was your trade before you became a bondslave? Overseer perhaps? You are from the colonies, I understand. What were you doing in England?”
“Horses, madam. I work with horses quite a bit.”
“Then you must be the one who tended to my Attila when he was lame.” No wonder the steed was so comfortable with him. “You mean you train horses? To what end?”
“Mostly for riding, madam. And, some enjoy the sport of racing their mounts. I went first to Scotland to select breeding stock.”
“Your master trusted you to know good breeding stock when you saw it?”
“Indeed, madam, I most certainly do.”
Friday, July 9, 2010
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