The reason was that the servants all disliked Simon, and Simon was always finding fault with them.
Arriving at the stables, the Firemane mare was leisurely eating fodder. This was her afternoon tea; her main diet consisted of grains like oats and wheat.
"How is she?" Leech had been visiting more and more frequently, which meant the Groom didn't dare to slack off, always ready for the Baron's inspection.
"She's in great shape," the Groom said. "I estimate she has a month at most. She should give birth by mid-September."
Leech broke into a smile. "Make sure the Firemane mare is safe, well-fed, and has a smooth delivery!"
"Yes, Lord!" The Groom nodded.
This was the third time he had heard those words today, which showed just how much importance the Lord placed on the Firemane mare's foaling.
The offspring of a Griffin and a Firemane mare. The books said it would be a Horse-headed Eagle—a horse that could fly. Who wouldn't be thrilled by that?
