Jenny: Gamble Your Neck

The Guttersnipe shook her head sadly. "I'm afraid that's too risky. We might be seen. And Vortigern isn't a fool." She took a deep breath. "No, we'll have a ramble about. Get the fidgets out of Concordia's legs. Hold tight."

Before Domitia could protest that Concordia had no fidgets, she leaned aside and smacked the mare across the hindquarters, giving a savage cry that send the colt skittering in midair. "Hold tight!" she bawled after Domitia. "And don't throw your weight on the bit - you'll hurt her mouth!"

She sat back and watched, mouth twitching.