Brat smiled. "I'd be very surprised if he associated me with the business at all. I'd be surprised if he even associated it with the whip. Horses don't think like humans."
"What will he think hurt him, then?"
"The tree, more than likely."
"I always thought they were awfully silly animals."
It occurred to Brat that she had not made one of those riding parties on which he had accompanied Eleanor. Nor had he seen her about the stables lately. He asked how her riding was getting on.
"I've given it up."
"Altogether?"
"Uh-huh."
"But you were getting on well, weren't you? Eleanor said you had learned to bump."
"It was a very slithery bump, and it hurt me far more than it hurt the horse." She pulled a long grass and began to chew it, eyeing him with a sly amusement. "I don't have to hang around the stables any more. If I want to see Simon I know where to find him nowadays."