Originally posted by: lashy
Can you spot which scene these equestrian paintings most match with?
1)
Chapter 34
First race...
The chestnut brown, Bahadur and three other horses had lined-up behind the start-line, side-by-side. The referee stood beside them with his flag, and the time-keepers stood at the finish-line with their markers. Once the riders had assumed their positions, Akbar took up his designated spot - a place that offered him the best possible view of the circular race tracks.
2)
Chapter 13
He swiftly disguised his reaction with hints of positivity 'Nothing will happen to you, my friend... I will drag that stubborn Hakim here, if I would have to use force to do it!' having patted its neck supportively, the determined young man then stood up 'Ibrahim... Azeez... handle the stables... Sayyid come on... let's go...'
Or
Chapter 47
Thus stopped he did, only when he'd reached the very fringes of a precipice - steep enough to scare the best of riders. Bringing his pet to a halt behind a wide tree trunk barely a metre away from a deadly drop, he whispered a few calming commands to the faithful animal and then lay flat on its saddle - hauling his shawl atop as camouflage.
3)
Chapter 27
Part 1
His group were barely able to match pace, but one of the men somehow managed to ride faster and catch up with the Sahib
'Where are we going, Sahib?' he asked, concerned by this unexpected detour.
However, Akbar didn't explain himself. He kept going, deep into the woods.
And kept going.
And going - until his actions started appearing almost reckless.
4)
Chapter 47
Caged her body was, in his protective clasp. Yet her spirit was freer than a bird soaring high up with wings afloat. The veil had slipped down her head early on. Yet, she cared not to pull it back up. The breeze had plucked away at her curls. But, she cared not to set it right. Instead, she'd dropped the shackles of propriety somewhere along the way, letting all of her youthfulness embrace the experience. For, what could be more blissful than flying over hurdles and diving down pits, with the wind washing up against her skin in gentle strokes as she galloped with her beloved, on their cherished pet, in the backyard of their home?