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    Maid of the Silver Mist
    Maid of the Silver Mist
    Maid of the Silver Mist
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    Maid of the Silver Mist

    By Elizabeth Petty Bentley

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    Maid of the Silver Mist is Katerina's jousting name. Her family has been riding at the rings for generations. Kat's hesitant, however, about moving from the security of "Lead-line" into Novice-class competition, but when Leslie invites Gayle to enter the joust, Kat feels pressured. Her spirited horse, Thunder, presents challenges. Kat and Gayle's fierce rivalry nearly ends their friendship.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherElizabeth Petty Bentley
    Release dateOct 4, 2012
    ISBN9781370459636
    Maid of the Silver Mist
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    Elizabeth Petty Bentley

    Beth lives in Walkersville, Maryland. She is thankful for her many children, children-in-law, step-children, foster children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren, and is happily engaged in family history research. She’s the ward Primary pianist and director of the stake family history center. She’s the owner and editor of Parables, which publishes realistic LDS-themed fiction.

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      Maid of the Silver Mist - Elizabeth Petty Bentley

      Maid of the Silver Mist

      Elizabeth Petty Bentley

      Published by Parables at Smashwords

      Copyright 2012 Elizabeth Petty Bentley

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      Cover design: George Bentley

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      Leslie and I were stowing our tack after riding class when Leslie said to me, right out loud, right in front of Gayle, I hope we have plenty of people at the tournament tomorrow, Kat.

      I wanted to slap my hand over Leslie’s mouth.

      What tournament? Gayle asked, coming into the tack room, even though she didn’t have anything to put away.

      The joust, Leslie said. You should come.

      It’ll be fun. Leslie hung up her bridle. It only costs $5.00 to enter, and they give out trophies. Except Kat and I never win anything but ribbons.

      I don’t ride for the ribbons, I said to Leslie. I wished she’d never brought the subject up. I went out to get my pony’s saddle.

      You sure won’t win a trophy if you think you can’t, Gayle called after me. She didn’t have to put her saddle away because her pony was being ridden by somebody else the next hour.

      You don’t know anything about jousting. I pulled my saddle off and struggled under its weight.

      She knows about winning. Leslie gave me a hand carrying.

      Gayle’s parents had won some dressage trophies. That didn’t mean Gayle knew anything.

      I could joust if I wanted to, Gayle said, standing in our way. But who wants to get whacked off a horse? You’re liable to break your neck.

      Shows how much you know. I pushed past Gayle.

      We don’t run at each other, Leslie said, letting me go in alone.

      It’s called ‘riding at the rings,’ I said when I came back out. No way did I want Gayle watching me at the joust. And I certainly didn’t want her competing against me. For one thing, she was a better rider. I could have been just as good, though, if I had my own pony at home, like her. She got to ride more than me, that was all. You couldn’t joust anyway, I told her. It’s nothing like the kind of riding you do here. I bent over my pony’s left foreleg and scraped off the bot fly eggs that had collected there.

      Kat’s right. Leslie said, watching me work. And anyway, Buttercup’s not trained. She wouldn’t know what to do.

      We had both seen Gayle on her pony, Buttercup. Gayle looked so confident we almost expected her to stand one-legged on top of the saddle, like a circus performer.

      Buttercup will do anything I tell her to, Gayle said.

      It doesn’t matter. I moved to my pony’s other leg, Buttercup’s not tall enough.

      Gayle looked annoyed. What do you mean?

      You’d have to point your lance up really far to reach the ring. Like this. I showed her, holding my arm up at an angle. You’d never catch anything.

      Don’t they lower it for kids? she asked.

      No, I said, glad for any excuse to keep her from riding against me.

      So. What do you ride? she asked.

      Her father’s Arab, Leslie answered for me. I ride him, too.

      Sure you do! Gayle said.

      Her tone made me angry. It sounded awfully close to calling Leslie a liar. I stood up and handed the knife to Leslie. His name’s Thunder, I said. He’s fifteen hands.

      Thunder? Gayle asked, not nearly as awed as I’d meant her to be by the dangerous-sounding name.

      Kat’s father leads him down the track, Leslie said.

      I gave Leslie a hard look. She didn’t have to tell Gayle everything. Leslie ducked away and went to work on her own pony’s legs.

      That’s only ‘Lead Line,’ I told Gayle. Leslie’s still in that class, but I’m in regular Novice.

      Leslie glanced wide-eyed at me.

      I hadn’t told Leslie, but I’d been thinking about giving up Lead Line all summer. I would have done it the week before, but

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