[ A broader laugh. She is so bold. He likes it. ]

Just how many stallions do you want at your beck and call, my lady?

[ Ned's grey eyes meet her own. He is only relatively unattached - he has love and duty pulling him asunder back home - but here...here he would like someone to talk to, yes. Someone pretty, relatively unattached as he is; someone who might understand him.

He grins at her. ]

Surely. At least, we will test this lad's endurance on a trip, what say you?

[ Ned turns to the stable where a placard names the stallion within Pantheon, a beautiful grey dun with neck and legs for days. He opens the door and unties him, leads him out to where the tackle and gear are kept. ]

Beware, lest we leave you far behind, fair maiden.