I visit the stables the day after Alexander informed me about the new horses. He bought me the present while I was still a wife, but I won't press too much on the details.
After all, a gift is a gift. Details shouldn't be analysed too much. It's the thought that matters.
The steward taking care of the Lord's horses welcomes me with a bow, and I just nod while looking behind him.
«I heard that some new horses arrived,» I say. «The Lord said I could choose one...»
I smile, hoping Alexander already informed them. It will save us time and discussions.
«Oh, yes, my Lady! Here, this way...» he exclaims. «I've ordered the horses by size and colour.»
What are we talking about? Clothes?
«Most of them are young, but there are a couple of older horses. I guess my Lord predicted events like parades and ceremonial rides...»
«Wait,» I murmur. «What does it mean?»
