'Jean' gave a farewell pat to Storm, promising to return early in the morning. Then he stepped over to Surefoot's stall.
He looked Surefoot over well, up and down, looking in all the right places, like a seasoned horseman. Bending down to feel the horse's ankles, he remarked "This is a fine horse indeed. Bred in Minas Tirith, you say? Not many horses there. The Gondorians always were ones to favor infantry above calvalry. Whence the name Surefoot?"
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