"He's just a simple horse, Arthur. Easily replaced," King Uther Pendragon reassured his son.
"No, Father. This gelding has been with me throughout all my tournaments. Another horse does not have the knowledge I need as he does," Arthur explained. He leaned over, feeling his horses injured leg. "Will it heal, Gaius?"
The old physician came closer to inspect the leg. "Hard to say, My Lord. Horses aren't really my forte," he said, glumly.
There was silence between everyone for a minute. Then Uther sighed.
"Son, how important is this horse to you," he asked.
"Very, Father. Until I train another, this is the only horse that has combat skills," Arthur told his father. Uther put a hand on his son's shoulder. "Gaius, is there anything you can do?"
The physician thought for a moment. "There is something I can do. Have you heard of the HorseMaster's?"
"No. I don't believe I have," Uther replied honestly.
"They were people who were said could talk to horses. I knew one quite some time ago. If you could find her, she'll probably be able to heal this horse."
Uther thought about it.
"It's worth a shot, Father," Arthur said.
"Very well," the king finally agreed, he gave his son a smile.
"Merlin, pack my things. We leave at first light," Arthur ordered his personal servant.
Merlin nodded his head.
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The Last HorseMaster
FanfictionAstrid is an orphan from the small village of Ebervon. She is the last HorseMaster and the only remaining Elemental.... so she thinks. When Prince Arthur Pendragon summons her to help heal his horse, Astrid isn't sure if it's a good thing or a bad...
