Boy, David said, pointing. That's not our horse.Of course it isn't, Allan said, coming out from the inn with a wide stretch and a yawn. It's mine.Christ Almighty. David sighed. I thought we got rid of you.You don't mean that for a moment, Allan said, mounting his horse. Besides, did you really think to go to Ireland without one of her favorite native sons?Clearly a foolish hope, David muttered, mounting as well.I swung up onto the horse, feeling my body ache as my muscles settled into place. Play nice, boys.