<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 had entered the stables and one of the stable boys had lead him to the his horse in the back. It was a big black warhorse, nearly standing 5'3" from its feet to its shoulder and Hector had to pull the head down to look in its eyes. He had named it Loki, to an old god of the north, known of his tricky and mean manner. The name had came spontaneously, when the young stallion had bitten him in his ass, when he had let him get away from his eyesight. Loki was a good warhorse, but Hector had to keep an eye on him all the time.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Now old boy, how are we today? Hehe, come on, look me in the eyes, what is more important than me over there?" </span><br/><br/>The horse had pulled his head out of Hector's hold and was looking to the neighbouring box. A young mare was standing there, a beautiful creature with white fur, dotted with silver spots and incredible blue eyes. A lady's horse obviously and Hector could just imagine how beautiful the lady may be, who owns such an elegant horse. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“Ah, you are copying me, old boy? We are a little bit flirtacious, aren't we? But you have the same fine taste like myself. Now, let me look after your leg, boy...”</span><br/><br/>Hector went on his knees, examining the leg. It wasn't as hard as yesterday, but was still a little sore, he would better saddle the horse of his father for his joust today. What a pity, he would have like to ride Loki into it, but luckily his opponent was some windfall, he would manage to tame his father's horse and to unhorse his opponent. He sighed deeply, remaining on his knee, his head under the belly of the stallion.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Ok, you get another day of rest, old boy. But tomorrow there are no excuses, don't believe that I allow you standing in here and flirting with that grey beauty in the next box all day long."</span></div>