Revelation by Elohim. The Mystery of Diana de’Poitier

The groom whined.

The stallion was, indeed, too big and powerful for a woman, but Poitiers did not stop it.She sat down in the men’s saddle and took the reins in her hands. The stallion nervously walked from side to side, rustling with displeasure and menacingly flaring his nostrils, exhaling air like a fire-breathing dragon. He reared up from such an unheard-of impudence of a stranger. He reared up once more, trying to get rid of her. But, by the way, Poitiers was an excellent rider and he did not succeed. Then he rushed forward like a bullet through the fields adjacent to the stables. The stallion simply carried it. She did not control him at all, and he did not obey her at all, no matter how hard she tried to pull on the reins.

He was strong, and seemed not to feel it, or rather did not want to obey her. Diana tried to stop him, but he did not obey her. She grabbed the horse with her legs, pressing against him and grabbing his scruff, trying to stay on the galloping horse. She realized that her idea was stupid. But, it was too late to think about it. All she could do now was try not to break her neck. Hoping that soon he will run over and stop himself. Scolding himself in their hearts for not listening to the old man.

Finally, breathing freedom and a quick run, the smoky one calmed down and stopped. Diana congratulated herself on being still alive and not breaking her neck. She patted the animal on the neck, and he shook his head, snorting contentedly. Surprised, it seems that she is still here.

Well, finally!

That’s great! She spoke to the stallion. Stroking his smooth neck.

You almost killed me bastard!

She patted him again, giving him the pre-cooked sugar cube. The stallion snorted, but did not refuse the delicacy, and, snorting more favorably, allowed her to remain on horseback. It took some time, she enjoyed the ride. The stallion calmed down, as if having tested her for strength with his frantic run, no longer tried to throw her off. He instantly understood her every touch and all her commands. A light touch of the foot was enough, it was enough, it was easy to pull on the reins and he immediately understood everything, not trying to obey anymore. He seemed to like Poitiers in the end, and he snorted contentedly when she stroked his neck. It was undoubtedly a magnificent and intelligent animal. She was so carried away by the ride that she did not notice how Heinrich appeared from somewhere, riding a red stallion. Undoubtedly, just as gorgeous, but still inferior in everything, smoky. Heinrich soon caught up with her. Its smoky scent smelled its master and neighed happily, welcoming him. Heinrich rode up close to her.

Diana dear. Heinrich smiled.

You seem to have taken my stallion, he said.

She put on an innocent smile.

I really couldn’t resist.

I hope you will forgive me? She said. Making an innocent face and portraying a cute angel.

You ride in a men’s saddle, too. He added, grinning.

This is not terribly decent.

Don’t you know?

His eyes flashed mischievously and his smile widened.

Looking at him conspiratorially, she continues to portray the same innocent simplicity. She answered in a whisper.

But, you won’t tell anyone, will you?

He was still smiling. Delno shook his head.

I, no. My dear, Diana. I won’t tell anyone.

I assure you you can rely on me.

But as you can imagine, my dear Diana. He continued.

Smoky, you can’t hunt, alas.

I would give it to you, don’t hesitate.

But I’m afraid. The whole yard will hardly accept your ride in a man’s saddle with delight.

So, alas, madam.

You will need to choose another horse.

She pouted.

Heinrich is it my fault that the most magnificent stallion in the entire stable is yours.

He laughed heartily. Adding already seriously.

It was not reprehensible, you could be injured.

She smiled at him again with the smile of an angel.

Let’s go, my dear Diana.

I know which horse is right for you.

He said, guiding his horse towards the stables in the distance.

She followed him. Arriving at the stables, Heinrich deftly jumped off the saddle and held out his hand to her. She, too, gracefully jumped off the horse.

Heinrich led her to the stall where the mare stood, which Heinrich, as he put it, looked after her.

It was a red, not tall horse, which would be more suitable for quiet riding, children. Diana went out. The mare was unremarkable. Her legs were not at all as graceful, long and thin as those of her more purebred, thoroughbred chicks. Seeing her upset. Heinrich hastened to praise the animal.

Oh my dear! This is an absolutely wonderful horse! Believe me.

She is accustomed to the female saddle.

And the most important thing.

She has a great, calm disposition.

You will see. You will be delighted.

Diana was about to burst into tears of resentment.

Oh yes, monsieur!

She has a calm disposition like a cow.

Only she noticed. Heinrich pretended not to hear her. She was completely upset. Like an offended child. She cast an envious glance at the smoky stallion stuck its muzzle out of the stall. The stallion snorted contemptuously. As if he were saying that she had made a bad choice. She sighed resignedly, looking at Heinrich reproachfully. Heinrich, without letting her say another word. As if afraid that if she spoke, she would convince him. Somewhere, quickly rushed. Trying not to look into her now, such unhappy eyes. Knowing that he could not resist her. I decided to retire. In order not to change your mind. The old man informed him that Madame had left on his smoky stallion. Henry, knowing the nature of his horse, cursed everything in the world, allowing Madame de Poitiers to choose a horse on her own.

His heart fell somewhere in the abyss from fear that something could happen to her. Therefore, now, he was no longer going to make such a mistake. Having chosen, for Diana, the most humble horse that he could find in the stable. He said that he was not waiting for the pedestrian business and said goodbye to her, kissing her hand.

Telling her.