CHAPTER 34
“Keep an eye on him, Benitoe,” George said, from his seat in the back of the high open wagon with the rest of the luggage. Benitoe, mounted, was on a level with him and winked. They watched Maelgwn sitting as carefully as he could on George’s large half-draft horse. Mosby was a gentleman, as horses go, and not inclined to mischief, but the size difference couldn’t help but worry him.
“I’ve got my mind on Mosby, and it should be fine, but…” he was embarrassed to continue.
“But you might drop off during the journey,” Benitoe responded matter-of-factly. “Angharad and I will keep him safe, and besides, look at him.”
Benitoe was right. The boy’s face was glowing, his first time on a great horse, after his initial work with Rhian on smaller steeds the last two days. Everyone was m
