Al certainly knew his horses. His personal horse, Rohan, was a gorgeous chestnut stallion. I eagerly rubbed his velvety nose.
"Oh Al, he's beautiful!"
"I thought you might like him. You're so tiny though; you'll need a much smaller horse."
I barely resisted the urge to stick my tongue out at him. It wasn't my fault Catherine du Pont was so small. I had been above average height for a woman back home, okay?
"Whatever you do, don't insult me with a pony."
He coughed to hide the laugh that slipped out but I caught it anyway and scowled.
"Don't look at me like that. You rode a mare back in the earldom, right?"
Yes, I did. A beautiful dappled gray one I called Apple. I suddenly felt a pang of longing for my lost horse.
I nodded and he led me to a different stall in the stables that housed a small palomino mare. I gasped in delight. She was so pretty!
