“Stupid, stupid, stupid!”  Victor slapped his forehead with the palm of his hand and sat up straight. This whole time the conversation had seem to be going over his head as he had dwelled on the map writing again.  “Horse. Not virgin, horse. I am in need of a horse.” Victor’s eyes drifted  to the soldier, as he recalled the man saying something about his horse.<br/><br/>“Say soldier, can I borrow your horse?”