“What?” Laurent says. He pauses, and then seems like he  will laugh, but no sound comes out. “So she has lied, again?”  He makes as if to wheel around - as if to ride to Damen, and Auguste has to awkwardly lunge forwards to seize his bridle to prevent it. The bit jangles in Genevrier’s mouth, and Auguste rushes an apology, smoothing the hair on his muzzle. Genevrier tries to bite him. “No,” he says, to Genevrier sternly, and then “no,” to Laurent, placatingly. “Here,” he says to Laurent, “we will ride ahead.”  Laurent scowls at him - but he goes.