Chosen for him out of a string of animals “liberated from the enemy.” Which meant war-booty, from one of the constant conflicts along the borders. He wasn’t sure where the graceful creature had come from Shin’a’in-bred, they’d told him.
Alberich had enough troubles without worrying about the behavior of his beast. Which was just as well, for if he had, Alberich would have had him gelded or traded off for a more tractable mount, gift of the Voice of Vkandis Sunlord or no. Alberich smiled a little, thinking wistfully that the stallion was perhaps the only creature in the entire camp that felt anything like friendship for him.Īnd possibly the only creature that isn’t waiting for me to fail.Īmazingly gentle, for a stallion, Silver had caused no problems either in combat or here, on the picket-line. Alberich clucked to quiet him and patted the stallion’s neck the beast swung his head about to blow softly into the young Captain’s hair. Silver stamped restively as another horse on the picket-line shifted and blundered into his hindquarters. Here is the only Valdemar short story I have ever done, largely because I hate to waste a good story idea on something as small as a short story! This first appeared in the anthology, Horse Fantastic. Series: Valdemar (05) Stolen Silver Mercedes Lackey
