Black Merlin
Faster and faster she and Merlin flew... she could feel the wind in her hair, her body moving in perfect sync with his gallop. This was what she loved most, Merlin and her, riding together, his black body glistening in the sun and dark mane flying like a cloud. Black Merlin, as she called him.
In a bustling house Merlin was the only one who belonged to her, her best friend. She had no other and had needed no other. When she was younger she used to tell every one that he was her brother. Her mother, growing red in face, had tried to hush her.
She was allowed to ride him only in a slow trot and with a servant who kept begging her to slow down. She had taken a bad fall when she was just a baby. The doctor had been worried about her concussion. Speed was not good for her. Keep an eye on her, she is fragile, he had said.
How could she make them understand that Merlin and she were made for galloping across the hills and valleys, unrestrained, free as wind? When she rode him, she became a beautiful princess flying high in the clouds on her magic carpet.
She could feel the dampness on her face. Was it sweat, tears or the dampness of the clouds?
" Meenu !! Where are you Darling? Come inside. It's getting dark",
She could hear the concern in her mother’s voice, and getting off the garden swing, with her feet dragging, went inside.
In a bustling house Merlin was the only one who belonged to her, her best friend. She had no other and had needed no other. When she was younger she used to tell every one that he was her brother. Her mother, growing red in face, had tried to hush her.
She was allowed to ride him only in a slow trot and with a servant who kept begging her to slow down. She had taken a bad fall when she was just a baby. The doctor had been worried about her concussion. Speed was not good for her. Keep an eye on her, she is fragile, he had said.
How could she make them understand that Merlin and she were made for galloping across the hills and valleys, unrestrained, free as wind? When she rode him, she became a beautiful princess flying high in the clouds on her magic carpet.
She could feel the dampness on her face. Was it sweat, tears or the dampness of the clouds?
" Meenu !! Where are you Darling? Come inside. It's getting dark",
She could hear the concern in her mother’s voice, and getting off the garden swing, with her feet dragging, went inside.
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