White Horses. Joan Wolf

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СКАЧАТЬ You will be amazed at what they do.”

      He followed her to the next stall. “At liberty?” he asked.

      “Yes, they have no bridle or saddle and they go by themselves in a circle, turning and reversing and circling at the slightest signal—without a hand touching them. It is an act Papa invented and it always gets a rapturous response from the audience.”

      “It sounds impressive,” he said, noting the pride in her voice.

      “This is Kania,” she continued, offering sugar. She then went down the line, checking water and naming each horse as it came forward for its treat: “This is Shaitan, this is Sheiky, this is Fantan, and this is Dubai.”

      Each of the horses had the dished face and wide forehead of the true Arabian. All of the horses were pure white.

      They recrossed the aisle to the Lipizzaner side of the barn. “And this is our darling Coco, our rosinback horse.”

      “What is a rosinback?” he asked curiously.

      “Coco is the horse most of the trick riding is done on. We put rosin on his back so that the vaulters’ slippers won’t slide.” She patted his white face. “He’s part Percheron and he’s a sweetheart.”

      When she spoke to her horses her voice was soft and full of love. For the first time, Leo found himself liking this circus girl.

      “Are these all your performance horses?” he asked.

      “Yes. The next horses in line are our wagon horses. They deserve a treat, too.” They went along the line and fed eight more horses, who came as eagerly for their sugar as the elite horses had.

      “I’m looking forward to seeing them all in the light of day,” Leo said as he accompanied Gabrielle to the door. The greyhound preceded them out.

      “They are lovely horses,” she said. “My papa picked them all. He used to be Master of the Horse under the late king, you know.”

      “So Rothschild told me. He also told me that your father died recently. I am sorry for your loss.”

      “We miss him very much,” she said softly. “It is a big responsibility for me, to try to run the circus the way he would have wanted. But I have the help of my brothers and Emma and Gerard.”

      He glanced down at the girl at his side. It was a lot of responsibility to rest on those slender shoulders, he thought. And she had had the courage to take on Rothschild’s gold, too.

      “Your brothers are very young.”

      “Yes, but Papa trained them well.”

      “I noticed that it was your name on the circus bill.”

      “I am the featured rider and trainer, yes. Mathieu and Albert are good riders, but not as good as I.” She said this perfectly matter-of-factly. “I have Papa’s touch with horses, you see.”

      They were approaching the door to the farmhouse kitchen and he held up the lantern to illuminate the door-knob.

      “Who is Luc Balzac, the other equestrian mentioned on the bill?” he asked.

      He noticed the faintest change in her voice as she answered. “Oh, Luc is a wonderful rider. You will have to see him to believe what he can do.”

      She pushed open the kitchen door and went inside, followed by Leo. As he extinguished the lantern she went to the sink. “I will just wash up these dishes,” she said. “You can dry.”

      He looked up from the lantern. “I beg your pardon?”

      “I said, you can dry these dishes after I wash them. Here is a towel.”

      He stared at the towel she was holding out as if it was a poisonous snake. She chuckled, a rich, husky sound that was thoroughly delightful. “Have you never dried dishes before?” she asked disbelievingly.

      “No, I have not,” he replied defensively.

      “Well, now is a good time to start,” she said. “In the circus we all have to do a little of everything.”

      He considered telling her to go to the devil, but then his common sense stepped in. I suppose I must blend in, he thought. It’s only for a month.

      He came forward and took the towel from her hand. He waited while she washed a plate in a pan of water and then he dried it.

      “See?” she said, giving him a smile. “It’s not so bad.”

      He looked back impassively. “It’s a new experience,” he said.

      Her smile faded and she turned away, plunked another plate in the pan and washed it.

      It was about ten o’clock at night when everyone went to bed. There was a tense silence as they all went up the stairs and Leo and Gabrielle went together into her room.

      “I will be right next door if you need me,” Mathieu told his sister meaningfully.

      “I’m sure I won’t,” she replied. “Anyway, I have Colette. Get some sleep, Mathieu, and stop worrying about me.”

      “Good night, chérie,” Emma said, and kissed her on the cheek.

      “Good night,” Gabrielle replied. She opened the door to her bedroom. “Come along, Leo,” she said, then went into the room, leaving the door open for him.

      She talks to me exactly as if I was her dog, Leo thought indignantly as he followed her in, candle in hand.

      The bedroom was not large. It had a four-poster bed, and at its foot a narrow trundle bed had been made up with a quilt and a pillow. There was one nightstand and a wardrobe and a single straight chair in front of the fireplace.

      Pretty dismal, Leo thought, thinking of his own sumptuous bedroom at home.

      The dog jumped onto the bed and settled herself along the bottom. He looked at her for a moment before he turned to Gabrielle. “Is this your farm?” he asked.

      “No, we rented it for the winter. It is not so easy to find a place for four months that has the stabling we require, so we have to take what we can get. We had this place last winter and I was lucky enough to get it again this year. They are looking to sell it, but the wartime economy is bad.” She paused and gazed around the tiny room.

      “Getting dressed and undressed is going to be a problem,” she finally said. “There is no private dressing room in any of the places where we will be staying. If we turn our backs on each other can I trust you not to look?”

      “Certainly,” he said stiffly.

      “All right. I will get undressed in front of the wardrobe and you can get undressed on the far side of the bed. Don’t look until I say it’s all right.”

      Leo said, “I had intended to sleep in my clothing.”

      “Don’t be stupid,” she replied. “You don’t have that many changes and we don’t have much chance to СКАЧАТЬ