Storm Warning - Mercedes Lackey [113]
I’d ride, but I’m not exactly dressed for it, he thought wryly. Dressing for dinner early might not have been such a good idea. A pity; another workout wouldn’t have hurt Trenor in the least. One simply did not go in to dinner with the Court smelling of horse, however.
That did give him an idea, though. He’d been passing through Companion’s Field on a daily basis without gawking at the inhabitants, but he could spend whole marks watching real horses, so why not spend some time watching these not-horses? It might give him some insight into what they were.
With that in mind, he took himself down to the first door to the outside, and headed for the path that would take him to the Field.
While there were plenty of people about, none of them paid any attention to him. He leaned up against the fence and simply watched the graceful creatures, taking a completely aesthetic pleasure in the way they moved rather than consciously analyzing what they were doing. Within a very little time, though, he was aware that they did not act like horses at all. There was no sense of a “herd” at all; the closest to “herds” were small groups of foals playing together, with the mares standing or grazing nearby, very much like mothers keeping a careful eye on their toddlers while gossiping. There was no dominance-shoving or scuffling among the young stallions as there would have been in any other situation where there were mares present; rather, the young stallions were as calm as the mares, and the only way of telling one from the other was by the physical attributes. There was one stallion that every Companion there deferred to, but there was nothing of the submission to the dominant herd beast; they acted more like loyal courtiers with a genial and approachable monarch. It was rather fascinating, actually. Any person with a bit of knowledge of real horses would be well aware that this was not “normal” behavior. In fact, he had a disconcerting impression of a large group of people taking their ease in a park....
“There have been times when I would have been pleased to have traded places with any of them,” said a familiar voice behind him.
“I can certainly see why, Herald Rubrik,” Karal replied, turning to greet their former guide with a smile. “Perhaps one day you will also be able to explain to me how a creature as large as your Companion can succeed in creeping up behind someone, while making no noise whatsoever!”
Rubrik shrugged, gazing down on Karal from his vantage point in his Companion’s saddle. “I have no idea, but the gryphons are just as good at it. I’ve had the male come up behind me unexpectedly and scare the wits out of me; he didn’t intend anything of the sort, and he was very apologetic about it, but I can’t imagine how he managed to do it in the first place.” The Herald eyed Karal speculatively. “Think you could spare a few moments to help me down?”
“Surely. Here, or at the barn?” he replied readily.
“The barn, if you would be so kind.” Rubrik chuckled. “You aren’t dressed for grooming, so I won’t ask you to help me, but I’d appreciate some company while I take care of things.”
“Actually, so would I,” Karal admitted, as the Companion started off toward the gate at a sedate walk, and he took up a position at Rubrik’s stirrup. “I found myself at loose ends, and I was just thinking how few people I really know here. Most of the ones I know by name, I do not know well enough to speak casually to.”
“Ah.” Rubrik nodded sagely. “I can see that. In part, I would suspect that is the burden of being a diplomat, if only by association. Whatever anyone says to you is likely to be scrutinized from every possible angle. And—I understand as a ‘commoner’ forced to operate socially with