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There were by now a respectable number of spectators strolling about the Show Grounds. Catriona could see her father's tall figure, Sean and Mrs. Healey beside him, as they made teheir way to the pocket entrance of the Jumping Enclosure. Then Mick was giving her a leg up, and she could feel the tension in the pony.

"Nice and easy, Cat. Don't let him get flustered. Sean'll do that right enough." MIck always sounded disgusted just before a competition: his way of warding off evil. Once in the practice ring, she began to trot Prince quietly around the outside track, sparing a glance for the other ponies. She recognized some of the Northern riders now, and they were really the ones Sean must beat. The Prince was behaving. Artie's lunging had helped settle him. She indicated she wanted to take the jump next and trotted him up to the crossed poles, gave with her hands as he jumped it, then let him canter on a few strides afterward before bringing him back to the trot again.

Someone came out to raise the top pole, but the next jumper rolled it off. His rider gave him what-for, but Catriona though he'd dropped the contact two strides out, so what else did he expect?