At first, no one took Kelvin's "sole caretaker" remark too seriously.
Tending to warhorses was already an arduous task, completely different from caring for common nags that could be raised casually.
Usually, two Grooms would take turns looking after a single warhorse, and occasionally Grooms from the common stables would be brought in to help.
Now, the entire burden fell on Murphy's shoulders alone, which seemed like an awful chore to everyone else.
Until that unforgettable morning.
"You can pack your things and leave." The Steward's cold voice echoed through the stables.
Old John's partner, Matthew, stood frozen on the spot. The warhorse they cared for clearly had a glossy coat and was in excellent spirits.
"Why?" Matthew asked in disbelief.
The Steward replied without expression, "This warhorse is in excellent condition, which proves one person is sufficient to care for it. One of you has to go."
