Learning to ride a horse was not as romantic as David expected. First he had to put on special clothes in which he felt like an idiot. The heroes of the books Gustav wrote didn't have to put bizarre-looking helmets on their heads. Well, the safety requirements extinguished the romance somewhat. And then it was even worse, because he had to adjust the length of the stirrups and then train his leg placement and body alignment.
But when Gustav finally took the reins from Inger's hands and began to slowly lead Hurricane, on whose back David was sitting, all the previous torment and boredom suddenly ceased to matter. He could feel the movement of the horse under his thighs and in front of him was the handsome Gustav, who occasionally looked at him with a sweet smile. David had the feeling that he had just begun to share Gustav's passion.
