The horses were neighing as Sylvester, and the group entered the small enclosure where the horses were kept. The horses looked at them with interest, at the new faces.
"These three are the trained ones, and that biggest one is under training. Two of the trained ones are mares, while one is a stallion. That unruly under-training one is also a stallion." The stable master informed them.
Sir Dolorem was already checking the three horses to see if they were good. He wondered if the last carriage was left because it was the worst. Won't the horses be the same? The worst ones would be left.
But, he was surprised. "These three are as good as any horse."
"That's because they just returned. A group of preachers had taken them to the nearby town."
"I want that one! The biggest!" Felix quickly pointed toward the under-training white horse.
