Proof
Lightfoot had been given to him when he had returned: worth a king’s ransom. While his Riders whispered curiously about his dark-haired queen, Thengel trained the headstrong foal.
It was as if he had to prove himself all over again, prove that he was fit to be their king. And on the autumn day he and the colt moved like seamless extensions of each other, with everyone watching, he knew he had succeeded. His people believed in him again.
He would go to Morwen in his winter years, but it was Lightfoot to whom he owed his summer and his people’s loyalty.
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May 4, 2005. Instant drabbled: Lightfoot, autumn, worth, extension, headstrong.