Me: Was there a person who followed a king and told him he was mortal and not a God?
Answer: (courtesy of M Pilcher): It was a slave who rode with Roman generals if they were awarded a ‘Triumph’ (rode through the streets to the frenzied acclamation of the crowd). The slave’s job was to whisper “you’re only a man” into his ear.
I think Taktur has a volunteer for this job.
This darling shy little boy spent his day gently biting Taktur’s legs.
This is the total extent of Taktur’s resentment or trying to say no. His leg never lifted any higher and never kicked out.
Others would perhaps not be as nice as this to a small Shetland midge. Taktur’s generosity and tolerance are legendary. He has to be one of the kindest horses I know. As a 3yo wild colt, Taktur would calmly let me lead him in the pitch dark through welly-deep mud during a vicious Shetland winter pathetically clinging onto his mane in case I fell over.
Poor Taktur. Today, Silver made it his life mission to follow and annoy.
I fear Taktur has the look of one who accepts his fate.
Taktur also doubles as a babysitter. I love the way The Waff is trying to imitate his God. And why not? He is the best role model after all.