Bones Tales The Manor Horse -

Once, the manor nearly burned. A candle tipped in the nursery, and smoke licked at the rafters. Men with buckets formed a taut line and fought the blaze, but the house coughed thick and black. In the confusion a child was trapped where the nursery opened to the corridor. There was a shout, a chorus of panic, and then silence. When the smoke thinned and the mantel stood scorched but whole, they found the child unharmed, curled in a cupboard, and across the doorway lay hoofprints scorched onto the soot—four perfect rings that did not belong to any creature made of flesh. The horse itself left no trace but a wisp of hay caught in a curtain fold. No one argued that night about its nature; gratitude had a way of quieting doubt.