<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BFBF00"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Hector Karembeux</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">The son of Sir Damian</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/6bbbeb79-fa04-4652-b13f-3d557c14a060_zps5c5dbdf8.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Hector stood outside of the stables and held his horse at the reigns. Iris had already mounted her mare and Hector was far away from mounting his. He looked over at Iris and marveled at her look on the white mare. She looked ethereal and he could have watched her all day long. Actually there was not a lot else he could do.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Well, I am ready when he is ready. And from the looks of it he first wants to impress Sapphire. "</span><br/> <br/>His black devil was kicking and raising all the time, behaving like he had never been saddled before. Finally Hector pulled him down and patted his side.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"She understood it, that you are the most wonderful stallion ever. But if you would let me mount you, then you could chase her, silly. Now come on, be nice...."</span><br/><br/>Hector finally was able to mount the horse and he moved it over to Sapphire wondering that the horse was more dancing sideways than moving straight forward. This could be really the hardest ride he ever had.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Better rush ahead, Iris. He will follow Sapphire wherever she goes and I can probably just let myself be carried along."</span></div>