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Catalina de la Mor
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Date Posted: 11:58:50 11/25/01 Sun
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Duke Gregory Hunt
's message, "Arrival . . . " on 10:53:28 11/25/01 Sun
Catalina whips her head at the sound of a human voice, thinking for the space of two seconds that the horse might have actually answered for himself. But there, bowing before her, is a man, and the astonishment quickly evaporates from her face. A great smile spills across thin lips. Morning Glory, she muses, It suits him. He is as white as the morning clouds that gather on the vista just before dawn. "Merci!" she says as the hand offers his services, "but no. I was just looking, and you've already been very helpful."
The horse, at having heard his name, tosses his head in what might be perceived as arrogance. Catalina leans her round face closer to Corthan, whispering, "I think he likes his name." She smiles up at him, her golden eyes sparkling with exuberance akin to no other. Glory's lean head, markedly similar to that of an Arab's, peers down the aisle at a gray stallion being readied by a noble-looking gentleman with brown curls and a sun-tanned face. Catalina remembers seeing him pass by just minutes ago, nodding as he went.
"Stable hand," she asks, wishing she knew his name so she wouldn't have to handle him as such an inferior being when her mother had said that all men were equal, "do you know that man? The one who just passed us?" But as she turns to squint at him again, the Duke is finished tacking up and has turned to them with another formal nod. Catalina, after a few moments of dumfounded silence, suddenly remembers her manners and bobs a quaint and pretty curtsy. "And to you, monsieur."
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