““You should let me ride Roen more often, Kay. He’s getting jealous,” Britt said, caressing the neck of her black gelding before taking a comb to Llamrei’s mane.
“The bigger problem seems to be that he is growing fat from a lack of activity,” Sir Ector said, peeking over the stall door to study the gelding.
“Llamrei is the superior riding horse, My Lord,” Sir Kay said.
“Yeah, but isn’t there a death threat against me? Riding a horse that will fight to protect me might be safer,” Britt said.
“Who told you of a death threat, My Lord?” Sir Kay asked.
“Merlin,” Britt said, tossing the wooden comb in a box.
“You two are talking again?” Sir Ector asked, scratching his beard.
“No, he told me before I left on the quest with Sir Gawain, Sir Tor, and King Pellinore,” Britt said.
“Oh.
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