Nelson didn't bat an eyelid at the fact that Oliver didn't know how to ride. It seemed a startling contrast from everyone else who'd learned of it, including Nebular, who'd abruptly looked up, after having spent so much time lost in thought.
"Oh, aye," Nelson said, nodding. "He'd be glad to, I think, if you ask him kindly. Sure, he's a bit too big for a young lad like our Ser Patrick here, but if we adjust the stirrups, then it's just a matter of getting into the saddle."
"You think?" Verdant looked considerably relieved to have Nelson's approval on the matter, as though Nelson's word was the Gods' very truth.
"I know so. Why don't you go up and ask him? 'Ere, Ser Patrick, and apple for you. I think as an introduction to a horse, few things work better than that," Nelson said, pulling a green apple from a sack dangling from his belt.
