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A Riding Lesson

Mena Schmid

Mena Schmid is an ECHS senior. This is her first FM story. It is more like an introduction to a novel rather than a story in itself. But perhaps you should hear the story first.

The horse, ears flattened against its head, nervously pawed the ground. The iron shoes rang against the cobblestones in the courtyard. A small slender boy of about ten years clung to the horse's back. His knees gripped the horse's flanks, and his fingers entwined themselves in its mane.

"Not like that, my lord. Your present posture is uncomfortable to the horse. Relax. Loosen your knees, and don't yank like that on the mane." Ehranyn did not hear the gentle words of the riding master. He saw only the cobblestones far below and felt the tense muscles of the horse beneath him.

The instructor laid her hand on the boy's shoulder. "Ehranyn." At the sound of his name, he turned and stared wildly into the woman's eyes. She extricated his fingers from the now tangled mass of mane. She smoothed it out and again showed him how to place his hands. His knees relaxed and she placed them properly on the horse who now stood passively in the courtyard.

"See? Isn't this much easier? You won't tie up this way. Your tenseness only unnerves the horse."

"Yes, ma'am," he mumbled.

* * * * *

The riding instructor lithely leaped onto a tall grey gelding. After a slight nudge with her knees, the horse started slowly forward and Ehranyn's horse loped along behind. She paused, allowing him to catch up. As they inched their way out of the courtyard she examined her pupil. She could she him beginning to tense up again.

"Relax," she crooned, "we're taking it slowly. We're just going to go to the meadow behind the castle, and we're not even out of the courtyard yet. Relax."

He relaxed slightly, yet his gaze bored into the back of the horse's head.

Out in the meadow, the grasses glistened with the morning dew. The bright sun sliced through the crisp air to glint off the nearby castle. As Ehranyn felt the warm touch of the sun, he loosened his shoulders, and they fell away from his ears. Slowly, his gaze shifted from the horse to the sky. There, the sparse cottony clouds sailed gently west towards the mountains capped with snow from a receding winter. Out of the mountains a hawk rose, and Ehranyn watched it spiral slowly downward riding on the air currents. Then his attention was captured by a yellow and orange colored butterfly that flitted through the air in front of him. Ehranyn loosened his hold on the mane.

A cat screamed, shattering the calm. Ehranyn jerked to his senses and froze. His fingers dug into the mane. The horse neighed and reared, corkscrewed, and Ehranyn was thrown. The instructor watched in horror as Ehranyn fell to the ground. His eyes, wide with fright, stared at her hopelessly as he fell, and he fainted. The instructor leaped off of her horse and grabbed the other horse to keep it from running off or trampling the boy. After stroking its neck a few times to calm it, she led it over to the gelding.

She gently lifted Ehranyn off the ground and laid him against her shoulder. She motioned for the horses to follow and then set out for the castle.

Once within hailing distance of the back tower, she called out to the guard, "Guard! Send for Lady Dveryn and a servant. Lord Ehranyn has fallen."

"Aye, ma'am," he replied and left.

When she reached the gate, two stablehands took the horses and led them off to the stables. Several worried servants flocked around her. They shifted the boy to their control and hurriedly carried him off to the castle muttering among themselves what a horrible disaster this was.

The instructor solemnly greeted the queen. "My lady," she began, "I feel to blame. I . . ."

"Of course," replied the queen, "but allow me to hear the story first. Then we shall decide whether or not you should feel to blame. Begin."

The instructor recounted every detail of the lesson as they crossed the courtyard and entered the castle.


Copyright 1988 by Mena Schmid. Unauthorized duplication, posting, or publication is strictly prohibited.


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