"He's to be mine? You don't mind giving him up?" Laurent stroked the pony's muzzle gently, amazed.
Auguste ruffled the pony's flaxen mane affectionately. "Well, I'm too big for Sovereign now," he said. "And if you take him on, I don't have to send him away. Besides, I need someone to ride with when I take Victory out."
Laurent put one foot in the stirrup, mounting carefully. "I'll be so careful. I'll look after him all by myself," he pledged.
Auguste rested one hand on Laurent's leg, warm and solid. "I know you will. I'm leaving him in good hands."