They were massive creatures. Only now that he was amongst them again could Oliver truly rember and appreciate just how big they were. Of course, there was a range of sizes. There were so ponies mixed amongst the larger horses, but by and large, they were intimidating creatures, letting loose more than a few neighs as they passed, along with billows of hot air from their wide nostrils.
Oliver could hardly fathom riding them.
"Ah! It do be!" A man shouted, standing up straighter from his task of cleaning. "I'd thought it to be you, Ser! Thought it to be, but I told self to steady on committing too much to bad eyes. I says that there's no way Verdant Idris would be gracing the likes of us with his presence. No way indeed, not when there's so much drama flooding the castles."
"Hello, Nelson," Verdant said warmly. "It is good to see you again."
One would not expect a noble to greet a man that was very clearly barely of servant class so warmly, but the emotion from the priest seed genuine, as he shook the man's hand, ignoring the stray strands of hay that stuck out at angles from the man's greying hair.
"It's good to see you, my Lord, very good indeed," Nelson said. Oliver noticed that the old man squinted as he talked to Verdant, as though he was having trouble seeing him. "I told Casper that we'd be seeing you, I did. I said 'not long lad, not long'. I knew you'd be visiting us, now that you've accepted your heirship again."
"I am sorry that it took so long," Verdant said softly.
"Oh, aye, you don't need to apologise. No, horses are more intelligent beasts than people give em' credit for. So of em' are more intelligent than people, I'd wager. Casper, like his master, he's got a good head to him. He understands. Didn't complain even once all these years," Nelson said.
"He's a few stalls down from where he was last – had to move him, when your brothers got their mounts."
"I see," Verdant said. He seed sombre to Oliver. Tense, even. He went down to where the stablehand indicated, but he did so with a certain amount of languidness to his steps. He held out a hand towards the inside of the stall and a mont later, a giant black beast poked his head out over the low gate.
It was giant indeed. It was the sort of animal that Oliver would have imagined Lord Blackthorn riding, with that massive fra of his, rather than soone like Verdant. Whilst the priest was tall, he wasn't exactly heavy-looking. That horse seed overkill and the darkness of its fur gave it an intimidating edge.
"Hello, Casper," Verdant said kindly. Oliver saw the horse's ears prick up at its master's words. There was a great clomping of hooves as the animal gave a tiny little hop of excitent. It shook its head and then all but headbutted Verdant's hand, evidently thrilled to be patted.
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The priest's apprehension lted away like spring snow. He laughed at the horse's excitent. "It is good to see you again too, old friend," he said, gently running his hand down the horse's head. Casper continued to toss that giant head of his, snorting all the while, before giving Verdant's hand a testing nibble, to see if he had anything.
Verdant laughed even more. "You always see through ," he said, producing an apple from his sleeve. Casper gave a satisfied whinny, as then as gently as if he were tending to a child, he hoovered the apple up off of Verdant's hand.
"Aye, that's a fine horse, that is," Nelson nodded to himself twice. "A very fine horse indeed. I told 'im, Casper. Told 'im that you've been as good as gold all these years. A stallion your age coulda crushed an old stablehand like , if you had the mind to, but he's been nothing but asured."
"I'll make it up to him," Verdant said firmly, as he reluctantly pulled away from the horse. "Apologies, my Lord. I ought to have introduced you sooner," he said, adopting a more formal tone once more.
"Not at all," Oliver said. "I didn't expect it to be so pleasant to see an animal so happy."
Nelson's ears perked up at that. "Oh, aye, there's nothing finer," Nelson said firmly. "A happy animal, a happy wife. That's a recipe for a happy family. The children? They'll fall in line."
Oliver found himself laughing too. He'd managed to hold it in as he saw Verdant wrestle with his horse, but Nelson gave him an excuse to breach that damn. "That certainly sounds like wisdom."
"That is Oliver Patrick, Nelson," Verdant told the stablehand, as he rejoined him. "That's for you too, Casper," he said, calling over to his horse, as he gestured towards Oliver. Oliver could have sworn that the horse nodded his head. "My new Lord. The man whose goals have beco my goals, who I shall serve until the end of my days."
"Ahhh," Nelson said, nodding, as he continued squinting at Oliver. "I thought there was sothing familiar about ya. Can't see as well as I used to, you see, but I got a sense for different things instead. n of your sort, there's always a tingle in the feet when you co by. Even the horses get nervous."
"Are they nervous now?" Oliver asked, curious.
"Have a look, my boy," Nelson said, gesturing around. "Not a single one but Casper has kept his head over the stall. They're usually curious sorts, but they know danger."
"They fear ?" Oliver asked. It didn't exactly feel good to be feared by animals. Especially not animals that he had no intention of hunting.
"Fear?" Nelson said. "Oh, aye, so would call it fear. But they're clever animals. I reckon it's their way of showing respect. You wouldn't go begging to a Lord now, would you? I figure it's the sa for the horses.
They know not to beg to soone above them."
That was a considerably more compassionate way of putting it. Oliver nodded, appreciating it. He found that he liked the old stable hand. The enthusiasm the man had for his work was proving infectious.
"My Lord plans to learn how to ride," Verdant told Nelson. "Do you think Casper would allow him?"
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