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“That’s what I can’t wait for,” Javan said, beginning to shovel the food into his mouth. “He said that after he sees if I can handle the horses I’ll be able to do more.” That wasn’t exactly what Lčof had said, but Javan had probably forgotten. “He also said that we might be able to teach the horses how to jump.”
“I did not say that!” Lčof cried, stopping with his hand midway between his plate and his mouth to look at Javan.
“Well, I think you were going to, before that girl screamed and we ran out to see what was wrong,” Javan said, looking sideways at him as he continued to eat.
Thornden looked from Javan to Lčof and back. A small smile twitched at the corners of his mouth as he saw the mischievous glimmer in Javan’s eye. Of course Lčof had not said anything like that. At least...Thornden hoped he had not. But Thornden did not think that his brother would let it rest. He did not know Javan extremely well, but he knew him well enough to know that the boy loved adventure of any sort. He’d have to watch him and make sure that nothing dangerous or damaging happened.
But jumping the horses was not really Thornden's concern or business. He would say nothing, until Lčof had answered, and only do so then if Javan made another contradiction or argument.
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