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Ever since we came to the cottage from
London all those years ago, black beauty

has been part of our lives.

We all wrote him.

I did as often as I could.

And Father.

And Kevin, before he went to sea.

Everyone except Amy, of course.

She was like a second mother to him.

It's a pity Victoria didn't have someone
when her own mother died, far away in

the colonies.

But then they both wouldn't have come
back to England.

And I wouldn't have been swept off my
feet.

I wonder who's more nervous now.

Victoria or myself.

Dr. Gordon, did you ever think Jenny
would marry with a 12 -year -old

as bridesmaid? A stepdaughter, if you
don't mind.

Oh, I do hope I can be a mother to her.

Could the trap be harnessed?

I might just go and get her now.

Now? The sooner she's out of the old
boy's clutches, the better.

I thought she was enjoying herself.

Lord Fordham's making very sure of that.

It was all in her last letter.

Must we go back to New Zealand quite so
soon, Father?

We'll go by the lake track.

I'll get beauty harnessed.

Black beauty.

Victoria loves horses, doesn't she?

Yes.

Then, time they met.

Grandfather, I've never ridden a side
-slider before. Not in the colonies. No,

Victoria. This is how a young lady
rides.

I think this is how a young lady pulls
off.

Master this, and we'll have you riding
the hounds in no time.

Well, the procedure's very simple.

Bounce, sit, right table.

Well,

that's something I never expected to
see. Father!

When did you get back?

Today. Didn't you get my telegram?

Yes.

I must have got the date wrong.

Well, it's lucky I came when I did then.

Vicky would have been over the hills and
far away.

I wouldn't have got very far dressed
like this, Grandfather.

Well, you've got about half an hour to
try.

Your father and I have some business to
discuss.

Yes.

Half an hour, Vicky.

Can I ride your horse, Father?

He's a beauty.

He's Black Beauty, Jenny's horse, and
therefore part of our new family.

So I can write him? You'll have to ask
Jenny.

Anyway, you're not exactly dressed for
it. You ought to be careful going about

like that.

What do you mean?

Well, someone might mistake you for a
young lady.

You really are a Black Beauty.

This whole thing did happen rather
suddenly, Nigel.

She hasn't come to terms with having a
stepmother. What rather a whirlwind

courtship. That's Jenny.

Wet me off my feet.

And Vicky's seen precious little of you
these last two years.

I know you've had your studies in
London.

She's been at boarding school, sir.

Or travelling with you.

Victoria likes Italy.

But did her mother.

They were so very alike.

I want what's best for her. I know
what's best for her.

Could you saddle up my father's horse,
please?

And not side -saddle.

Vicky's been used to a free and
independent life, sir.

That's why she had to be removed from
her first school.

All this colonial spirit.

She'll be happier at home. This is her
home. I meant her colonial home, sir.

Have you asked her if she wants to
return? With respect, sir, have you?

Victoria is my sole heir.

She'll be very wealthy.

She must understand her place in
society. That's what her mother would

wished. Her mother made the decision to
emigrate with me, sir.

Perhaps if she hadn't.

Victoria will grow up here in her
mother's house, not on some small

the edge of nowhere.

What are her chances there? She'll make
her own, as did Sarah.

A farm, moreover, in need of capital
development.

Which you offered, sir. Yes, I did.

Subject to an agreement.

Mind what you write, Miss Victoria?

What are you putting those things down
for? Because, Mom, the head gamekeeper

told me to.

Aren't they illegal?

Lord, order the law around here, Miss
Victoria.

Gotcha this time, son.

Don't scare a man like that, Miss Vicky.

Seth, were you after my grandfather's
trout again?

No, I was washing me hands. I don't like
the taste of trout no more.

Are you taking that one home for a pet?

I've got to feed me kids.

And work's hard to find.

Thanks, Miss B.

One of the underkeepers is setting traps
by the lakeside.

I'll keep well clear of him.

Somebody caught a deer the other night.

Grandfather's furious.

It wasn't you, I hope.

It's a bit too big for my pocket, Missy.

Go on before Barrett comes this way. And
be careful.

Thanks, Missy.

Please, Bob, get some help.

Oh, he's been shot.

Shot? Crack him. It was him.

Please, get some help.

Oh, oh.

See, the pain feels full. I very quietly
brought her to heel. Yes, yes.

This morning, proper riding habit, side
saddle, the very picture of a young

English gentleman on Blackview.

has been shot.

No, it's nothing serious.

It'll be stiff for a day or two. I'll
dress it again tomorrow.

Thank you, doctor.

I saw him, my lord, with the fish.

He whipped out his gun and took a shot.
It was plain murder.

That's what you'll be charged with.

Attempted murder. The shot came from
near you, Mr. Barrow. I never saw no

never had one.

Grandfather, I met Seth earlier. He
didn't have a gun. I saw him with it, me

lord. No!

What's happening, constable? But,
grandfather, he didn't... Please keep

this, my lord.

Grandfather? This doesn't concern you.
Vicky?

Carry on.

down the path with me. He couldn't have
come this far in such a short time.

Watch out for those crabs.

Oh, I know where they are.

You know, I met Seth here on my first
day.

He showed me badgers, foxes, an otter,
all the animals I'd never seen before.

I don't think Barrett saw who did it.

And they've arrested Seth.

And grandfather wouldn't even listen to
me.

Your grandfather is bound by his
position, Vicky.

Oh, yes, he gives you everything you
want.

But he's still Lord Boredom.

That's not fair.

And these things wouldn't be allowed in
New Zealand.

That's one of the reasons your mother
and I chose to go there.

That's where our home is.

Where you and I and Jenny belong.

Of course you can stay with your
grandfather.

It's your decision.

Grandfather's been very good to me.

And he is lonely.

But is that enough reason to stay?

I'm just a bit confused.

A bit willful.

A bit spoiled.

A bit of a...

Next time you want to ride Beauty, ask
Jenny.

He's a lovely horse.

Victoria, I brought back a little
memento of our honeymoon in Scotland for

Thank you.

It's a brooch to pin a shawl with. An
old Caledonian design.

Perhaps I could call you Vicky.

I don't mind Victoria.

May I have excuse?

Of course.

Old Fordham's turning her into a spoiled
little brat.

She's nothing of the sort.

Oh, you men.

She's confused, bewildered and not a
little frightened.

And now she's having to come to terms
with a new stepmother.

Headstrong, a bit madcap and going her
own way and getting into all sorts of

misadventures and tomfoolery when she
does.

That's Vicky.

He wasn't talking about Vicky.

Excuse me.

Was she really as bad as that?

Worse.

You'd much rather ride Beauty than have
some silly old brooch, wouldn't you? Oh,

yes. I mean, no, the brooch is lovely.

What do you think of Beauty?

He's magnificent.

He's been part of my life almost longer
than I can remember.

We belong together.

Is that why you became a vet?

Partly.

I'd love a horse like Beauty.

looking for that gun.

I've got some important business to
discuss with your grandfather tonight,

Vicky. Please don't upset him.

All right, father.

But he is wrong about Seth.

Hold on.

know Seth didn't shoot you?

I've said all I'm going to miss.

He's a poacher.

We're losing too much game.

And you haven't caught anyone.

That's why you're picking on him, isn't
it?

Who did shoot you?

All right, Vicky.

How's the arm, Barrett?

Right enough, sir. Good. Come along.

There's no use talking to him. He'll
close up like an oyster.

There is something wrong.

And remember what I told you.

Nothing on the subject of Seth Crabbe
over dinner.

No, Father.

Or after dinner?

No, Father.

Or before dinner?

Father, of course not.

What do you take me for?

A stubborn, self -willed, outspoken,
independent young madam.

Gloria might like to come with me on my
rounds tomorrow morning.

Yours is a very novel profession for a
woman.

Oh, there are plenty of professional
women in the colonies.

Isn't that so, Vicky?

I believe some occupations unsex a lady.

Strange how they never seem to unsex a
gentleman.

That is the order of society.

Your work must necessitate long hours.

Yes, it does.

And yours, Nigel.

Of course.

But where does that leave Victoria?

May I please go to bed?

I'm tired.

Of course, my dear.

Good night, Grandfather.

Good night, my dear.

Father, perhaps I could see Victoria to
her room.

As you wish.

I simply had to get out of the room.

So did I.

The order of society, indeed.

Why don't we go for a good long ride
tomorrow?

You can ride Beauty.

I'd love to.

I want to be a friend, Victoria.

Not just a stepmother.

Thank you.

Jenny.

Jenny.

Mind you, Beauty isn't an easy horse to
manage.

How do you want to try a pony first?

I haven't been on a pony since I was
ten. Of course I can... Five minutes

I met your father, he was telling me all
about you and your horses.

I'll advance the finance you need,
Nigel, but I insist Victoria remain

After all, I am the trustee of her
mother's legacy.

Good night.

Good night.

You can vote up now, please. Very good.

Hello, Mr Barrett.

I've already found what you're looking
for.

What, eh?

What are you talking about, Miss Vicky?

You were so quick to blame Seth Cradden,
and the gun had to be somewhere.

Eh?

I'm taking this to Grandfather. No,
please, Miss Vicky.

All right.

I'll wait till morning.

But you be long gone.

It appears Barrett was poaching my deer,
using my traps. So all he had to do was

to walk up to the poor animals.

Must have gone off when he was loading
it, by accident.

Yes, and he hid it in the one place your
men would never have looked,

Grandfather. You should have come to me.

He should have come to me.

Would either of you have listened?

Grandfather, why don't you make Seth
Crenn the new underkeeper?

It would be a good step up for him.

And you cut down on the poaching, too.

Perhaps I should give you the job.

Grandfather would like you to look at
his ankles.

Ah, Nigel.

Yes, if you would.

I was walking by the lakeside this
morning.

And he grazed himself in a trap.

I'd be only too pleased.

It's safe now.

I threw them into the lake.

You did what?

May I ask what's so confoundingly
amusing?

Absolutely nothing, sir.

Do get on with it.

I'll have the farm in tip -top shape
when you arrive. The new land broken in

a long list of chores for you both.

God bless you.

Goodbye.

Couple of weeks.

Don't forget to order my brass plate.

Thank you.