"Did master not tell you to hurry up?" The boy snapped. "You're staring off into space, doing fuck all, as usual."
The stable boy bit back a reply. "What are you doing leading the horse? You know that's my job."
"I'm doing what the master told me to do," the boy snapped. "He said to take this one to you."
"When?"
"Just now, as he passed by. What does it matter when? I'm busy, and you're making more work for me. I've got a few hundred stables to muck out before the day is done. And who's there to help me, eh? Definitely not you."
"Why this horse?" The stableboy said, confused. "We've already got an order established. They're to come through in order of how they're stabled."
"You figure it out," the other boy said, forcing the reins on him, and practically fleeing from the giant white horse that stood there. He made sure to shoulder him on his way out. "Bloody city is a mad house… Trying to make us do all this work outside… if that King Patrick was really…"
