[He looks thoughtful. He halts his horse near another puddle, and dismounts into it. He scoops up handfuls of gunk and smears his hunting habit with it.]
We will tell her it was my fault: that you were only helping me, and I soiled your clothing.
*she halts her horse when he does, watching curiously as he gets off of it. Her eyes widen when he purposefully gets himself dirty and she gasps*
Louis! *she swings her leg over the side of the horse and slides off of it, walking over to him and standing near the puddle* You didn't have to do that. I have been scolded by her before and I certainly will many times over again.
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We will tell her it was my fault: that you were only helping me, and I soiled your clothing.
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Louis! *she swings her leg over the side of the horse and slides off of it, walking over to him and standing near the puddle* You didn't have to do that. I have been scolded by her before and I certainly will many times over again.
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But this time she will not.
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Maybe she will think we both fell into the mud *laughs a little* She can hardly scold both of us.
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Let us find our stag again. Or at least some wild birds.
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I am sure we will be able to find something, and I shall do my utmost not to fall in any more puddles.