Bridget, brushing the great stallion’s glistening coat, sighed deeply. She was no closer to figuring out why Papa and his Lordship were doing this. But there was no need for her to be worrying about the wager. As fast as the perky little filly was, she could never beat the stallion. He wouldn’t lose. She wouldn’t have to marry his Lordship. She paused, stopping the brush in mid-stroke. “Why?” she murmured to the horse. “Why are they doing this? I know something’s wrong. Why don’t they tell me what it is?” The horse turned, nudging her with his nose. “Yes, I know,” she murmured. “You love me. I love you, too.” She laughed, a laugh as hollow as Papa’s had been when they told her about this race. “At least Papa put us in the same wager. If we lose, we go together.” What was she saying? Waterloo couldn’t lose. He just couldn’t. Peering out the stable window, she swallowed hastily. The rail around the practice track was packed with people. Lords and their richly dressed ladies had driven out in their fancy carriages to watch.
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