Every night before sleep, I am obliged to secure my pair of horses lest they escape.
Years ago, I was naive enough to imagine they would not be able to think of anywhere they would like to go once I left them unattended, but the horses had more of a lust for seeing new places than I had anticipated.
They ran wild for a time, through the neighbouring fields, thundering over gates and dry-stone walls, and I had to get out of bed and bring them back into the stable.
Now I make sure the two of them are safely boxed-in, without means of escape, and I am able to rest until the sun comes up.
What fun they had when I foolishly allowed them to run free, though!
Learning about where they went, and what they did, was a slow process. Humans and horses don't communicate very well; and so it took time to learn the little unfortunate kinks of the equine language.
The horses' names are Onto and Eidos - I named them this when looking up Latin words in the dictionary, and they seemed as good as anything else I might call them.
There will be trouble in the village if either of them slips away again on an evening, though I would rather the more ponderous Onto make good his escape than the other one.
Most likely, I should catch Onto a hundred yards down the road, eating oats from a bucket. Eidos being turned loose does not bear thinking about for me.
