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The first light of dawn had woken her. Rays of sun crept through the crack in the curtains. Another cloudless morning of what was proving a magical summer. The Stable Girl snapped out of her reverie and remembered that she needed to concentrate on her stable duties. She gently lifted Madam’s arm from round her waist and slipped out of bed. After yesterday’s incidents she needed to pay much more attention to the behaviour of her new horse and ensure that it was obedient to her command. The stallion had been a gift from Madam and the Stable Girl knew that Madam wanted it to aid her development. All young ladies of her age rode. She was new to riding and needed to learn quickly. Riding was fun, but she also needed to muck out and groom her new horse. The chores came with the fun. However, she also knew that those very chores were part of her training and would help her to build a closer bond with her horse. ...