|Blackie, 1937, 1st edn, illus Stanley Lloyd|
|Blackie, 1960s, hb|
“...I must ride, soon, Tattles, I must!”
Jenny’s last words rang out in the little stable. When they had died away the stable seemed very quiet for a while.
“Through the Dark Corner, and the password is Silver Snaffles.”
The words had come from Tattles. Jenny stared at him, her surprise making her sit bolt upright on the uncomfortable edge of the manger. Tattles had opened his eyes, but there was a far-away look about them as if he were dreaming. Jenny would have been frightened anywhere else, but you could not feel frightened in Tattles’ stable with Tattles.”
|Knight, 1976, abridged|
|Fidra, 2007, full text|
The text of this piece originally appeared in my book, Heroines on Horseback.
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