He jumped over the wall without even seeming to try. That made me envy him, even more than I already did. I envied him already because of that time back in, oh, 1300 AD or so, when he got the chestnut stallion and I was stuck with the dappled.
The dappled had been my father's horse; he rode it in three wars before it stumbled in the pasture at home and had to retire—until the time the dragon came to terrorize our tiny village, and Jack and I drew straws for the good horse. I lost, but I think ...
Published on January 10, 2010 07:04