False EvidenceOppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips)
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False Evidence
Oppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips)
Soldiers -- Fiction
At breakfast time Marian's lively chatter drove all such thoughts out
of my head. And before they had had time to crowd in on me again, a
man from the stables was announced, with whom I went to examine the two
horses placed at my disposal.
I loved horses, and it seemed as though Sir Francis Devereux was
determined to do everything _au prince_. Besides a stout useful cob,
there was an animal with which I fell in love the moment I saw it. The
man uncovered him gingerly, and took particular care to keep out of
reach of his heels.
"I was to tell you, sir," he said, confidentially, as he came out of
the box, "that if you wished to change this 'ere animal--the Black
Prince they call un--for one a wee bit less spirity, that you was to
come up to the stables and choose for yourself. There ain't no vice
about 'im, but he's got a mouth like iron and the devil's own temper."
"I think I shall manage him," I answered confidently. "Who's been in
the habit of riding him?"
"Well, sir, Miss Maud rode him for a bit, but he used to pull her arms
out very near, and he gave her one nasty fall, so Sir Francis he's made
her leave off."
"I should think so," I answered.
The Black Prince, fine animal though he was, was certainly not a lady's
mount.
"Well, she's a rare plucky 'un is Miss Maud, and a fine seat, too,"
remarked the man, leisurely chewing a wisp of straw. "You think he'll
do for you, sir, then?"
"I think so," I answered.
Then, glancing at my watch, and seeing that it was but nine o'clock, it
struck me that I might as well give him a trial at once, and in
half-an-hour's time I was careering across the park, my spirits rising
at every bound the Black Prince made, and my cheeks glowing with the
rapid progress through the sharp morning air, and with the strain of
keeping him in hand. What pleasure is there within the reach of man so
great as a gallop across an open country, with the fresh morning breeze
blowing strong in your teeth, and your mount a perfect one? When I got
back to the cottage, just before eleven, and after seeing Marian start
off for a walk, set out for Devereux Court, all my apprehensions had
vanished, and I was only eager to stand face to face with its master.
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