“I’ll be here the whole time.” The hand, which rested on the back of your neck, was Arthur’s best attempt at comforting your nerves.

He chuckled, patting the side of your horse, rather softly. “And even if this big fella messes up, none of them folk’ll remember it a week down the road.”

He didn’t quite understand show jumping, not at all, but he was always doing his best to give you some kind of support.