Field of fate

Raen's eighth birthday was the day he had longed for the most, because now he could finally learn to ride. Roman insisted on teaching Raen's first attempts at riding on his own horse, later Henendra the riding master would take over.

Raen loved his father's horse and it was the greatest thing for him to sit on its back and look at the world from there. Up here he felt perfectly safe. After a short time he was able to trot alone through the snow, the horse obediently on the reins. Overjoyed he beamed all over his face. Roman was also delighted to see how well the boy got on with the big horse. Apparently he had good skills in dealing with animals.

Kaeisan, Great Helper, that was the name of Roman's black stallion, always appeared in Raen's dreams. Everything else was gone, including the blood horse. There was only him and the black horse. Sitting lightly in the saddle, Raen galloped across the fields in his dreams; the dusty streets flew under Kaeisan's swift hooves, an