"Isn't it cheating," I whispered to my father in our own tongue, "if we say these are good horses?"
"They are good enough for their kind. Speak only truth and you will have honor."
In my eyes all the horses were culls I'd be happy to see gone. The sickle-hocked or pigeon-toed, chicken-hearted young stallions shook their pretty braided manes and pranced around the grandly robed dark-haired men.
, I thought sourly while keeping a smile on my lips, "but my father says he is worthy of you and so I must do without."
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