Chapter 9

On the third morning, he brought the pencil. He wrote on the back of the same feed bill, which he carried in his breast pocket behind the watch, and which by then showed the fold lines of a paper opened more often than it needed to be:Why no bridle?He held it out over the gate. She read it while she coiled the rope. She took the pencil out of his fingers—the first time they touched, and it lasted no time at all, and he felt the cold of her hand for an hour afterward—and she wrote underneath and handed it back:Because a bridle tells him. A rope asks him. He was told for six years. Nobody asked him once.Edmund read it standing in the mud with the rain going down his collar. Then he wrote, before he could stop himself:Who asked you?She looked at that for a long moment. She put the pencil behind her ear and walked away.On the fourth morning, she spoke. She did it sideways, with her left ear toward him and her eyes on the stallion's shoulder, in a voice so low and so unused that he leaned across the gate to catch it."Stand at his near side," she said. "Not the gate. He wants to see your hands."Edmund came into the yard. He stood where she put him, three feet from a horse that put three men on their backs that summer, with his palms open at his sides like a boy waiting to be inspected. Corvus came round the circle, came round again. On the third pass, the stallion turned his head as he went by, and his breath struck the back of Edmund's hand, warm and damp and smelling of crushed grass, and Edmund did not move, and afterward he found that he was not breathing either."There," she said.It was, he thought later, the single most flattering word anyone spoke to him in the whole two years of his dukedom.

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