“Marine Training Area, Helen Island Bryahn Lock Island, Earl of Lock Island, climbed down from the saddle with a sense of profound gratitude which was only slightly flawed by the knowledge that he would have to climb back up into it for the return journey. The high admiral was reasonably fit for a man of his years, but he spent too much time on shipboard. There wasn’t room aboard a galley for anyone—and especially for an officer of his rank—to get the sort of exercise which kept a man from feeli...ng short winded. Worse, he thought as he massaged his aching buttocks with a grimace, sea officers spent very little time riding horses. Even those who’d been thoroughly schooled in horsemanship as youngsters—as he himself had been—got precious little opportunity to maintain the necessary skills. Or the tough arses to avoid saddle sores, he reflected wryly. He finished the massage and took a couple of trial steps. Everything seemed to be working more or less the way it ought to be, and he turned to his aide.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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