"He came to me for help yesterday, and today the man is dead," Winters said helplessly. "It's too much of a coincidence."
"I can't do anything about that." Andre spread his hands, walking into the paddock of the small ponies, patting their round bellies, "Hey, those baldies sure know how to raise horses. Are you going to use these two ponies anytime soon?"
"No. Anna can ride, and Catherine said she'd rather die than ride these two dwarfs," Winters asked puzzledly, "What's the matter?"
Andre was overjoyed: "Then lend them to me for a few days."
"Okay, but didn't you say you don't ride ponies?"
"I don't." Andre said, as he was already mounting one: "But the cavalry has just recruited some rookies, it's a good chance for them to practice riding ponies... Hmm, very stable."
Mason also came over: "Was there really nothing that Father Caman, who came asking for help, could do?"
