Hotspur lifts his brows. "Shall I be thy valet? Well, so I shall."
He hoists himself up again and retreats into the stable. When he returns, he drops a blanket right on Feuilly's head: not, in fact, a horse blanket at all, but the blanket from the cot in the tack room.
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Date: 2015-07-02 12:36 pm (UTC)He hoists himself up again and retreats into the stable. When he returns, he drops a blanket right on Feuilly's head: not, in fact, a horse blanket at all, but the blanket from the cot in the tack room.