Blaine
screamed loudly when he eventually came to. “What the hell are you?”
“Take a
guess,” answered Bess.
“Less o’ yer
mockery, I have perfectly good eyes. What are you in a horse’s disguise?”
“Jist
because ah’ve got somethin’ tae say disnae mean that there’s demons at play.
But if ye prefer, ah’ll simply jist neigh.”
Blaine
clasped his hands and began to pray. “Lord, I beseech ye, take this demon away.
Or at least keep the abomination at bay.”
“Och, dinnae
be silly. Ah’m nothin’ more than a gorgeous wee filly.”
“I’ve warned
ye not to mock. I know fine well that horses don’t talk.”
“Look
Blaine, this is no some kind o’ spoof. Ah think we might have got off on the
wrong foot. Or in ma case, hoof.”
Blaine
laughed so hard that he fell to the floor
Rolled on
the ground and continued to roar
“Ah’m glad
ye thought that wis funny. ah thought it wis daft,” said Bess and also laughed.
“Noo, get tae yer feet. It’s time we had somethin’ tae drink an’ somethin’ tae
eat.”
Blaine
finally managed to achieve some calm
Got up and
stroked the horse’s head with his palm
“I’m sorry I
doubted you, Bess,” he said. “But ye did cause me a wee bit o’ distress.”
“Ah can
quite understand yer shock. Many don’t get a chance tae hear a horse talk.”
After their
thirst was quenched
And their
hunger satisfied
Blaine
climbed on Bess and they continued to ride
“I’ve been
told that words are spoken from certain bird’s beaks, but no one has ever
mentioned a horse that speaks,” said Blaine. “When did it start and how did ye
master the art?”
“Ah cannae
be sure. When ah wis young ah used tae listen tae Allure. An’ this might sound
absurd, but late at night in the stable, ah used tae practice every word.”
“Surely ye
jest.”
“Naw, it’s
amazin’ what ye can achieve when ye have that zest.”
“I’m
impressed.”
“Blaine,
ah’m gonnae go north for a wee bit an’ then turn west. Darkness will soon be
upon us an’ we’ll need a bit o’ rest.”
“No problem,
Bess. I’m sure you know best.”
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