Barbaric Gaul: Chapter Two

In the grey mist of morning, Bernadine walked up the path to the stables. The tread of her feet was all she could hear. But then, the tread of a horse and a young man was behind her. Silently, she turned around. A black shape of a heavy built horse came toward her. “Bernadine” said the voice of the man.
“why hast thou leading a horse Lammond”? The animal now was jerking its head. “Also why thou art here now”? They were facing each other. The horse pawed the ground anxiously.
“This morn they found him, and hast told me to take him to the stables,” said he. She smoothed her hand across the horses back. She felt a deep cut. “He is no wild horse,” she said. They walked up through the mist. The air had a chill, for it was spring.
“Where is thy brother Ferrand”? Asked her. Lammond’s face seemed to grow old as a worried glance crossed his face.
“A spear hit his leg,” he said.
The sun had risen high above the horizon. A tall young man walked down from the castle. His brown hair streaming to his shoulders. He was Blanch, son of the Lord, Aldrich. The horse that was a Friesian stood tied to a wooden post. The sun was now shining on his black back, giving it a hint of gold. “Bernadine”, said he.
Bernadine walked out, wiping the sweat from her brow.
“They say, Bernadine,” said Blanch” that this horse is a work horse, but he is a Destrier. The Destrier of Sir Guy the Frank.”
Her green eyes were calm, looking into the blue sky. “Come,” said Blanch, jerking his voice into the silence.” Thou shall come with me, with Thayor the Destrier. Thou shall work in the upper stables. I will bring down the brother sister, Granger Jaimee.” He swiftly sprang up the path and the metal bars of the gate opened. He went through. Bernadine walked through leading Thayor the Destrier. A small smile crossed her face.