"He's remarkably well trained," the girl said. "Will he let me put him in the stall?"
"In a moment. The light's better out here." Colin sank down onto a hay bale and whistled again, which brought Jupiter immediately to his side. The young woman stepped back, giving Colin room to check the stallion's rear legs for damage. Finding none, he breathed a sigh of relief. "He's fine."
"Thank heavens. I tried to tell you not to cross the bridge, you know." The maid approached Jupiter with a carrot held flat in the palm of her hand.
"You know how to make friends with horses," Colin said. "Why aren't there any in here?" The stable was eerily quiet.
"We only have the one and he's with the children," she said.
"One horse, one groom... Does the MacLeish family even live here? Or do they keep a house in Edinburgh or somewhere?"