Eward beamed, slightly breathless from the exertion of riding but as he dismounted the fine horse he shook himself free from the slight tiredness that had come over him. As he approached he wrung his hands, stiff from holding the reigns and shook his head to make his hair fall out of his eyes.
"I assure you that you will have a grand demonstration of just how oiled my arm has become, my Lord Hurst," he bowed, his grin spreading across his face. "And how quick my finges will be to collect my winnings."