The silly horse bent his head and nuzzled her hand.
A full moon rose over the castle and shone down on Susie’s face as she looked up at Giles.
“Don’t you just adore Dobbin?” she asked.
Giles looked down at her radiant face and into her eyes, which were alight with love and remembered pleasure.
“Oh, yes,” he lied stoutly. “Splendid beast!”
Love is a wonderful thing.