They all said the colt wouldn't be tamed. They'd use him to stud the mares, but no warrior would ride him to war.

Shkai'ra would prove them wrong.

She stole every second she could get, took time to find fruit and grains that were perfect. That colt was to be hers, and hers alone. She went to the fields, and just waited for him to come, lying in the high grass with her offerings.

Night, midday, morning — whenever she could, she was there with gifts for the colt alone.

When the kinfast did the round up, he came to her.