Sir Guy of Gisborne was not that impressed with The City’s merchants. He had gone out to find a horse and was returning home empty handed. He was starting to rethink his opinion of how nice this place was. How difficult was it to find a horse? He would have thought even “modern” people would appreciate the chance to ride a magnificent animal and have that kind of power between their legs.
He supposed he would just have to accept the fact that he was going to have to walk everywhere. He still refused to learn how to operate one of those atrocious metal monsters they calls “cars”. He was almost ready to just become a hermit in his cabin and let Jeannie make all the trips to the merchants. He was almost certain she would enjoy the experience, anyway. She seemed to not only enjoy dealing with people, but she seemed to like new experiences as well. The market was perfect in both areas.
He was almost to the door of his cabin, when something finally caught his eye. He walked to the south side of his cabin and looked around the corner. He had thought he had imagined it, but it looked to be real. A stable from the Holy Land. Where had it come from? His first thought was that it was a gift from The City, but the design told him differently.
Jeannie must have made this for him for when he found a horse. He hated that he would disappoint her with his failure. He walked to the stable, looking for his friend. “Jeannie? Are you in here?”
Guy stopped suddenly, his jaw dropping in shock. Before him was the most beautiful black horse he had ever seen. He walked around the animal, checking it over. It was a few minutes before his eyes noticed the blond djinn standing by the horse.
“Jeannie? Whose horse is this?” He prayed to God that she had found it for him.