The horse came back alone.
The grooms panicked. If anything happened to her Ladyship, the Duke would be in a fury. He wouldn’t care for excuses.
That Lady Felicity never listened to anyone’s advice – not even her husband’s – wouldn’t enter the Duke’s mind. He would be out for blood.
She couldn’t have fallen, could she? She was a gifted rider. But she was tempestuous and in a fragile condition. She might have, probably trying to jump some natural obstacle.
The youngest hand took the reins and led the horse out. He knew her Ladyship might be fiery but she wasn’t foolish.
He rode cautiously, letting the stallion take the path it trod before. In a little while he heard laughter. Leaving the animal tethered to a tree, he approached discreetly. And smiled. The masters had decided for a picnic and sent the horse back alone.
In response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s First Line Friday prompt