DUNCAN KNEW IT. But he doesn't seem too betrayed, as he happily crunches away at the carrot (and gets bits of orange all over his bit for Harry to clean off later.)
Rachat, for her part, noses at Enjolras's pocket in hope, and juuuust gently enough to not have her nose pushed away for bad manners. "No, I've nothing for you," he tells her, but he does scratch her neck in apology.
"A good horse, and willing," he says to Harry. "And good at her paces -- much better than I'd've thought for a horse who's available for all to ride unquestioned. I liked her fine."
This kind of sounds like damning with faint praise, but there's real approval in his voice and in the way he pats her arching neck. And they both could see her conformation and responsive speed perfectly well.
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Rachat, for her part, noses at Enjolras's pocket in hope, and juuuust gently enough to not have her nose pushed away for bad manners. "No, I've nothing for you," he tells her, but he does scratch her neck in apology.
"A good horse, and willing," he says to Harry. "And good at her paces -- much better than I'd've thought for a horse who's available for all to ride unquestioned. I liked her fine."
This kind of sounds like damning with faint praise, but there's real approval in his voice and in the way he pats her arching neck. And they both could see her conformation and responsive speed perfectly well.