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Two years after Black Knight’s victory, Lily and Samuel were summoned to the foaling barn to see the new foal that was born that morning. Jedidiah was grinning when the two walked in and he said cheerfully, “Well, dis heah filly shore did give me a hawd time, but we’s got hu now. She’s a purty one too.” Lily looked at the little filly who was happily standing on her own nursing. She recognized the mare as on of her favorites, Irish Lassie, “Who’s her sire?” Jedidiah’s grin widened, “It’s no uthu hoss but dat black stallion. Black Knight is hu siuh.” Lily squealed with joy. Black Knight’s first filly. He’d sired plenty of foals, but they’d all turned out to be colts. But, this time, it was a filly.
Samuel smiled down at Lily and asked, “Well, what’re you goin’ to name ‘er?” Lily thought a moment and then announced, “Her name is Dannsair. Her mama’s Irish Lassie, so I think she should have an Irish name and that’s the best one for her.” Samuel frowned, “What does Dannsair mean?” Lily laughed at his puzzled look, “It doesn’t mean anything bad. It’s Gaelic for “dancer”.” Samuel nodded in understanding and then looked at the little filly. Just at that moment, she kicked up her heels and pranced right out to the paddock. Lily laughed and Samuel grinned, “I guess that’s what her name should be. She likes it. Dannsair; the little Irish filly.” As the days went by, Dannsair proved to live up to her name. She never walked far without prancing and she always was kicking up her heels and whinnying. All the little foals around her would join her and soon they’d break out into a run. The mares stood watching for some time and soon got bored. Most mares did. They soon were grazing peacefully. The stallions, on the other hand, and especially Black Knight, would gallop along near the fence close to them. Black Knight was always encouraging the little foals to challenge each other to race. Dannsair was nearly always the first to do so and always won. One day, Lily decided to see just how fast the little filly could run beside her father. So, she put Dannsair into Black Knight’s pasture with the tall stallion. He tossed his mane and snorted when he saw the little intruder, but he wasn’t hostile. The filly stood completely still for a moment watching the magnificent stallion coming near her, but then she galloped toward him. Soon, Black Knight challenged the little one to a race. They started at the north end of the pasture. Black Knight was ahead for some time, but the little filly gained speed until she was right beside him as they turned at the south side of the pasture. They charged back up to the north and Black Knight stretched out. Dannsiar stayed right behind him all the way back to their starting place. Lily was amazed at the speed of the little filly and wondered what she would be like when she got older. Maybe Dannsair would be another Black Knight. The End |
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