"Your friend, Reynold, rides very well, Lord Erling," Dirar said mildly as he watched Reynold and Star Chaser charging toward the twelfth wreath. "One could almost mistake the pair of horse and rider for a member of my clan."
"Has he always been this exceptional?" Dirar asked. "Or does he have the power of Her Dominion's witchcraft to thank for this?"
"I've only ridden with him once," Erling said as he watched Reynold bring the lance over Star Chaser's head to collect a wreath that hung so far out over the racetrack; he wouldn't have room to keep the wreath on his right side.
"We were hunting a giant bull elk," Erling explained while the crowd jubilantly shouted 'TWELVE!' "He was steady and his horse, Star Chaser, was fearless, even when confronted with such a large animal."
"Did you kill the elk?" Khorijin asked from the bench next to Erling. "Or did Lord Reynold claim the prize?"
