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218 pages, Hardcover
First published April 1, 1980
Everything was a mess, especially in the dark.Having awakened, Henry Karlson is stumbling around in the dark. He looks out the window and sees his older brother, John, outdoors in the middle of the night. Soon, we learn there is another brother, Peter, who is two years older than John. Kate Karlson is their mother. Eventually, Axel, the father is introduced as is Margaret, the eldest child, who is home having dropped out of her first year of college. The family lives on a 300 acre farm and 40 horses.
"Thank you. Dismount, please." Teddy yawned, then helped himself to grass. His ears flopped in perfect self-confidence, and he cocked one back hoof. Kate took the reins but declined the crop John offered her. "Theodore, stand up!" she ordered. In a second she was on top of him and he was describing a large circle in a nicely collected and extremely surprised trot. Two small circles to the left. Two to the right. Figure eight at the canter with a flying change of lead. Halt. Back four steps. Extended trot down the long side of the ring. Teddy's tongue dropped out of his mouth in his effort to take the bit. "Stop that," she said. HisOr perhaps the two long paragraphs at the end of Chapter 4 are better--about talking about one's own children. I don't know how to say how fine it was. It just was. (218 p.)
poll bent, his neck arched, and he began to sweat. She brought him down to the collected trot again, this time almost a passage, and made him two-track across the ring, a lovely diagonal movement with Teddy's ankles crossing one another like a dancer's. Around the end of the ring at a normal trot, then two-tracks the other way. Walk. Halt. A moment's relaxation, then she picked him up again and took him over the stone wall and the rails. When she returned him panting to her son, she said, "Teddy is not a beginner's horse. If he were, I would not have mounted you on him."
Everything was a mess, especially in the dark. By the time he'd negotiated the boot-, book-, whip-, and curry-comb-strewn hallway to the bathroom, and groped gingerly around all kinds of bottles for the light, twelve-year-old Henry Karlson was wide awake.