CHAPTER TEN
"It is a long ride to the house of David," said Jacob. "Your horse is footsore; take Abra."
But Ephraim broke in: "If you care for speed and wise feet beneath you, Tabari herself is there."
He whistled as Jacob had done before, but with another grace-note at the end.
"Those of my household answer when they are called," continued the old man proudly. "Listen!"
A soft whinny out of the darkness, and Tabari galloped into the firelight, and stopped at the side of her master motionless.
"Choose," said Ephraim.
He smiled at Jacob, who in return was darkly silent.
The mare tugged at the heartstrings of Connor, but he answered, slipping carefully into the formal language which apparently was approved most in the valley.