Prince Alfred sat on one corner of the paradise like garden and watched the children play. He was no longer a little boy – he was now an adolescent and very soon his father, King Edward, was to pass on the empire to him. He was both happy and nervous.
“Soon my days of youth will pass into days of maturity, and responsibilities will increase three folds!”, he thought to himself. As he remembered his days in the forest, when he went riding on the back of his favorite horse, Bo – Alfred’s eyes filled with tears. He closed his eyes for a moment and relived those moments when Bo, the chestnut stallion would leap over yards of flowing golden grass, over lakes and sheds and how Alfred would hold on to the leather strap – a proud rider of the stallion. Those days when Bo would violently rush from the forests to the backyard of the palace only to le Alfred know that it was daybreak and hence the best time to ride up to the hills to catch a glimpse of the rising sun – how Alfred would leap out of his bed – and how the fresh morning zephyr laden with the smell of grapes and flowers would greet him – the fabulous days with Bo were no longer there.
Weeks ago, it was announced in the village that Alfred was soon to be crowned the king and the new King would have his own horse to ride – his special pet. Ever since, the many stable owners had begun preparing their highbred horses to fit the King’s desire and be the chosen one. Among this entire jiffy, one forest chestnut stallion, Bo was lost. He ventured deep into the forest never to return. This caused Alfred immense pain. The sudden separation from a friend, a companion, a faithful one! Alfred’s life was about to change – on one hand was the happiness of being able to serve his country men, and on the other hand was the sudden detachment from his life at the forest.
For one last time, Alfred thought he would try to find out where Bo was – he wanted to see his dear stallion once before everything changed. The soldiers were sent out, but they came back with no answers.
“Oh Bo! Where are you? I so long to see you my friend!”, Alfred sighed.
Just then, Alfred heard a loud neigh outside the window of his huge room. He leaned outside, but could see nothing. Saddened, Alfred decided to go off to sleep and dream of his days with the magnanimous beast one last time. The very next morning was Alfred’s coronation – and he had heard murmurs around the village that the selection for the new King’s horse had been made already. Alfred’s eyes filled with tears, as he remembered his days, when he had wanted Bo to be the special pet.
Alfred was dressed in velvety gowns and there on his head, stood firm – the crown. Now he was King Alfred. The moment arrived when the King was summoned to the stables to ride his horse for the very first time. From a distance, Alfred could see a horse covered in all jewels and the best leather saddle ever. Then when he moved his eyes around it, Alfred noticed that this was a chestnut horse. His heart felt a sudden pang. As he moved closer, Alfred could hear heart beats that he was very familiar with. Suddenly the horse raised its face and when it saw Alfred, it stood on it hind hooves and neighed joyously.
Alfred couldn’t hold himself back and immediately hugged Bo. “Oh Bo ! Where were you! Where were you!”
He climbed up the saddle and pulled Bo’s strap, indicating him to once again take Alfred among the valleys, the lakes and leap over the fences like they always had.
“King Alfred! King Alfred..!”, the minister tried to call.
“Stop me not sir! The King is off take a ride of the world!”, Alfred said laughing out with joy, as he rode away into the forests.