On the Thursday morning Guinevere was down in the stables. A năm cách đây she had been được trao a horse as a birthday present, and now she had to look after it. The only problem was she didn’t ride, so chim giẻ cùi, jay did and Guinevere did all the looking after.
It was a big black stallion, with a shiny áo, áo khoác and strong flanks. She had called him Darsor. Technically he was a black Andalusion breed, a typical warhorse, very loyal and sturdy. She picked up a món cà ri, cà ri comp from the tường and started from Darsor’s neck to comb in fluid movements. She was so involved she didn’t notice Arthur coming in the stables...
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