“Thank ye
for yer kind hospitality, Allure,” said Blaine. “For the gift o’ the horse too.
Are ye sure?”
“Of course
ah am, Blaine. Dinnae worry, Bess will get ye there in a hurry. Go an’ get the
monks an’ rescue Paine. Let her once again be in the arms o’ her dashin’ young
swain.”
“There’s
just one thing I’d like to know. I’ve never been on a horse. How do ye make it
go?”
“Jist talk
an’ she’ll walk.”
“She’ll
understand?”
“Every command.”
“Well, I
never…That’s very clever.”
“It’s time
ye were oan yer way. Ah wish ye luck an’ ah’ll pray each day. Bess will let ye
know when she is in need; when she needs water an’ when she needs feed.”
Blaine got
on the horse and said goodbye
Allure blew
him a kiss and let out a sigh
“Let’s go,
my beautiful mare,” he said to Bess. “Just a wee trot to start with and then
I’ll see if I dare.”
Bess began
to neigh and moments later they were on their way
“I can
understand the whinny,” said Blaine. “I bet ye wish that I was someone skinny.”
Bess neighed
again
“I think ye
do understand what I’m sayin’,” chuckled Blaine.
They
travelled for a while until Blaine began to thirst
It was not
the worst
But he had
the horse to think of and she had to come first
“Bess, I
think we’ll take a turn. On our right I see a wee burn. I’ll fill up my urn and
you can have a drink. What do ye think?”
“Ah think
that’s a bloody good idea, Blaine,” replied Bess. “Ah’m parched fae aw that
strain.”
Blaine
dismounted in alarm. “Please don’t do me any harm!”
But no more
words came from the mare
She just
gave Blaine a curious stare
Blaine stood
back in absolute fear. “It’s the heebie-jeebies that’s makin’ me hear,” he
stammered. “My old friend Drew had a problem wi’ the brew. He said that he saw
a green man and swore it was true. Then there was Grant. He once spoke to a
pink monster wi’ the name o’ Ellie Fant. Now I’m gettin’ weak, for I’m almost
sure I heard the horse speak.”
Tentatively
he walked back to the mare
Still she
gave him an inquisitive stare
He reached
out and gave her a stroke. “Sorry about that, fine creature. I think my mind
was playin’ a joke.”
“A pink monster called Ellie Fant,” scoffed
Bess. “Bit o’ a nutter is he, this lad called Grant? Still, ah like the image
he painted.”
That was the
moment that Brother Blaine fainted
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