The Cornish Mermaid: Regency Time Travel Romance (The Cornish Ladies Series Book 1) by Fil Reid

Author:Fil Reid [Reid, Fil]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dragonblade Publishing, Inc.
Published: 2024-06-07T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Morvoren

Ysella and Morvoren had ridden over the jumps a good ten times, with Ysella’s seat improving until she could have passed for a budding modern showjumper. Both Lochinvar and Sweetlip seemed much happier now their riders were giving with their hands and allowing them to stretch their necks as they took each fence.

“This is so much better than riding sidesaddle,” Ysella said as they paused for breath after the last gallop up the track. “I shall have to ask Kit to put more jumps up. I feel so much more in rhythm with Lochinvar, and he feels as though he’s taking off like a bird as he stretches over the jumps. It’s so helped by being astride. Why on earth do men keep this method of riding to themselves? How selfish they are not to want us women to ride like this.”

“I’m sure one day it’ll become the normal thing for ladies to ride astride,” Morvoren said, thinking of the fun she’d had with her pony as a child and teenager. “But probably not in your lifetime.” Probably not for another hundred years, but she wasn’t going to say that.

Ysella nodded as though satisfied and turned Lochinvar downhill toward the mill at the end of the lake.

Relieved she’d dropped the subject, Morvoren let Sweetlip fall in behind her as they rode between the trees, just a hint of the reflected glory of the lake showing between the leafy branches.

They’d nearly reached the edge of the woodland where the ground levelled out at the lake’s edge when a shout sounded from up ahead. “Hey, you two. Stop right there!”

Two riders were coming past the mill in a canter, and one of them was waving his arm. Oh no. Kit and Sam Beauchamp who were clearly not up to their eyes in paperwork in the estate office as Ysella had vowed they would be.

“Oh, bugger it.” The unladylike words popped out of Ysella’s mouth before she had time to think, and she clapped one hand over her mouth as though to hold them in. Too late. Wherever had she learned to swear like that?

They stood still. There wasn’t really much else they could do, under the circumstances. Kit and Mr. Beauchamp rode up, both slightly red in the face and angry.

“My God, Ysella,” Kit shouted, his eyes flashing in fury. “What are you two doing out here dressed like this? And astride your horses? How unladylike can you get? We took you for a pair of horse thieves.”

His eyes went to Morvoren. “And Miss Lucas. To say I am shocked that you’ve encouraged my sister in such hoydenish behavior is an underestimation in the extreme. I thought better of you, I have to say, even though I did not of Ysella.”

Lochinvar curvetted as Ysella’s hold on his reins tightened. “I made Morvoren do it,” she burst out. “You cannot blame her for this. It was all my idea and I forced her into it so she could show me how to ride astride and teach me to jump in the forward position.

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