the night was cold, you had walked for hours and hours to reach the lord’s house to meet his new adopted son, your horse was getting tired, but it wasn’t much further, it whinnied and pawed the ground from fatigue, but it didn’t stop moving, it’s almost like it new how far away you were and it wouldn’t take long, after a few minutes of riding, you see the dim light of the household, and your horse continues its trot, into the stable it went, it wasn’t that late, possibly 6 or 7 at night