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Issie had never really thought of Tara Kelly as a real person. In her mind Tara was like a superhero, impossibly fearless, dressed in her pale blue jersey and helmet, riding that cross-country course on her enormous grey horse as if her life depended on it—which it probably did, considering the size of the jumps at Lexington. Even though Avery had told the Chevalier Point riders that Tara would be instructing at Havenfields, to actually be standing here face to face with her in real life came as a shock.

“Is there something wrong?” Tara asked. This time when she spoke, Issie noticed that her cool voice had the burr of a soft American accent. She couldn’t believe it. She was really standing here, right next to Tara Kelly!

“I used to watch you riding on TV when I was little,” Issie told her.

“Well, that makes me feel positively ancient!” Tara said. Her face remained stiff and unsmiling. Issie couldn’t tell if she was joking or if she was really offended. Suddenly she felt all flustered, standing there saying the wrong thing to one of her idols.

“No! I mean you don’t look really old…” Issie groaned. Every time she opened her mouth it got worse.

Tara Kelly arched an eyebrow. “Thanks—you don’t look that old either. You must have been pretty young when you watched me on TV—I haven’t ridden competitively in a long time.”

“I was eight, I guess,” Issie said. “I’m fourteen now. I’ll be fifteen in a month or so.”

“And are all the riders in the New Zealand squad the same age as you?” Tara asked.

“My friends Kate and Stella are fourteen like me—Morgan is too, I think. Well, maybe she’s already fifteen. I don’t know about the others—they’re not from my pony club. But you have to be under seventeen, don’t you?”

Tara nodded and looked down the row of loose boxes, noting that the top doors of the stalls had been swung wide open.

“You’ve seen all the horses then?” she said to Issie. “Have you decided which one you’d like to ride?”

“Ummm…” Issie felt like she’d been put on the spot. “I think they’re all amazing.”

“But,” Tara said, looking at her intently, “you must have a favourite.”

“I guess so, well, kind of,” said Issie. “It’s hard though, before I see how they move and feel what it’s like to ride them.”

“If you had to choose one right now,” Tara Kelly persisted, “just by looking, which one would it be?”

Issie hesitated. “I like the cremello. He has strong hindquarters and muscle in all the right places. He looks like he’d be a good jumper…”

“You’re right.” Tara seemed impressed by this assessment. “The cremello’s name is Floyd, and yes, he’s a brilliant jumper. He’s already been intensively schooled by Andrew Hoy, the Australian rider who won a gold medal for eventing at the Olympics.”

Issie continued. “I like Floyd, but I like this brown horse too. He has a completely different body, much leaner and built for speed, which would make him good for cross-country. Plus, he’s got a really honest face and I like his eyes. I think you can tell a lot about a horse from his eyes.”

“His name is Victory,” Tara said. “Victory was schooled by Andrew as well, but as you say, he’s a completely different type to the cremello.”

“He’s a Thoroughbred?” Issie asked.

Tara nodded. “He raced on the track, but never won any decent prize money. When he was four and clearly wasn’t going to make them a fortune, his trainers decided to try him as a steeplechaser instead. They raced him over hurdles for two seasons without much success, before selling him on to the Hoy stables when he was five. He’s eight years old now. He’s been schooled to medium dressage and been over three-star cross-country courses. He’s what you’d call a ‘schoolmaster’—and a very good one too.”

Tara Kelly looked at Issie. “Two good horses. So, if it was up to you, which one would you choose?”

Until now Issie had been looking at all the horses in the stable with a clinical and rational eye. But at that moment, when Tara asked her to choose, she went purely on gut instinct.

“Victory,” she said softly. “I’d choose Victory.”

“Really?” Tara said. Issie felt like she had just sat a test—but she had no idea whether she had passed or failed.

“Well,” Tara continued briskly, “we’ll come back to the stables after breakfast with the others for a try-out. We’ll see if you still feel the same way once you’ve ridden him.”

“We’re trying out the horses this morning?” Issie couldn’t believe it.

“What did you think you’d be doing?” Tara Kelly shot back. “This isn’t a holiday camp, you know.” She still wasn’t smiling and Issie was beginning to think that the students at the Blainford All-Stars Academy were right. Tara Kelly, aka She Who Must Not Be Named, was going to be a tough taskmaster.

After her early-morning interrogation, all Issie wanted to do was go back to her room and hide under her duvet. She never got the chance, however, because when she opened the bedroom door, there was already a girl in her bed. Or at least on her bed, sitting there nonchalantly ferreting her way through the contents of Issie’s duffel bag.

“Oh, hi!” The girl dropped the bag like a hot potato and gave Issie a smile. “You must be Isadora. It’s so great to meet you! I’m Dee Dee. I’m going to be your roomie!”

“Er, Dee Dee? What are you doing?” Issie asked. “Were you looking through my bag?”

“Oh!” Dee Dee was taken aback. “Oh—no!” She shook her head vigorously. “I wasn’t looking. I was just packing it for you.” She smiled sweetly at Issie. “You see, I like to sleep next to an open window, but when I got here, I noticed that you’d taken the bed right next to the window and the other bed is all the way over by the wall, and so I thought to myself, Dee Dee, I’m sure your roomie won’t mind if you swap beds with her. And so then, since you weren’t here, I decided to move your stuff over for you, so that you’d be all settled into your new bed by the time you came back.”

Issie screwed up her face. “But, Dee Dee, I don’t want to swap beds. I like being by the window too.”

Dee Dee didn’t seem to know what to do with this new information. She had large, owlish features with cropped, curly black hair, enormous dark brown eyes and a beakish mouth. When she realised that Issie was going to be stubborn about swapping beds, the beakish mouth pushed out into a sulky pout.

“How about if we move both the beds?” Dee Dee suggested, refusing to give up. “We can shove them sideways and arrange them so that we both have our heads near the window…”

“Dee Dee, I don’t think we’re supposed to be moving the furniture around,” Issie countered. She sighed with resignation. “Listen, if it really matters to you that much, you can take the window bed. It’s no big deal.”

“Really?” Dee Dee squeaked. “Oh, you’re the best roomie! This is going to be so neato, sharing a room for two whole weeks!”

Elated, Dee Dee went back to her task, gleefully throwing Issie’s clothes into her duffel bag.

“It’s OK, Dee Dee,” said Issie, moving forward hastily. “That’s my stuff. I’ll do it…” But it was too late.

“Oops!” Dee Dee squeaked. “I think I just put your nail polish in there without a lid on!”

“Ohmygod!” Issie scrabbled through her bag and retrieved the polish. Sure enough, Dee Dee had left the bottle open and it had promptly spilt all over Issie’s favourite grey marl T-shirt.

“Dee Dee!”

“My bad!” Dee Dee said with a giggle.

“How did the lid get off my nail polish anyway?” Issie asked, holding up the bottle of dark purple polish so she could see how much was left. Then she looked across at Dee Dee and realised she had the same shade on her fingernails.

“You’re wearing my nail polish?!”

“I thought you wouldn’t mind,” Dee Dee shrugged. “Since we’re roomies and all…”

Issie was so stunned she didn’t know what to say. Barely able to control her anger, she put down the bottle of polish on the dressing table, grabbed her bag and began stuffing in the contents that Dee Dee had been rummaging through a moment earlier.

“Here! Let me help!” Dee Dee lunged forward over the dressing table and somehow managed to bump a leftover cup of tea so that it splashed all over Issie’s bag.

“Dee Dee!” There was tea in Issie’s bag now, as well as nail polish!

“I’ll clean it up!” said Dee Dee brightly.

“Don’t!” Issie snapped. “It’s fine! I’ll do it later.” She flung the bag on to her new bed, out of the reach of Dee Dee, the walking disaster.

“Whatever you say, roomie.” Dee Dee put her suitcase down on Issie’s old bed and gave her a grin. “Ready for breakfast?”

The others were already at the table when Issie and Dee Dee arrived. Tara Kelly was with them.

“Good morning,” Avery said. “Issie, I see you’ve met Dee Dee—and Tara tells me that the two of you have already met as well. I was just doing introductions and explaining the training itinerary. Why don’t you girls sit down and we can get started?”

Issie made a beeline for the chair between Stella and Kate, but Dee Dee cut her off and got there first. She flung herself into the spare seat and Issie was forced to go all the way down to the far end of the table, to sit between two riders that she didn’t know. Grudgingly, she took a piece of toast off the plate in front of her and began to butter it as Avery ran through the schedule.

“I’ve put aside the rest of today for you to select your mounts under Tara’s guidance and get to know the horses,” Avery said. “The Australian team and Minka will arrive tomorrow and we can kick off the dressage training. On Tuesday you’ll be finessing your dressage tests and we’ll have showjumping training when Araminta arrives on Wednesday and Thursday. Then Tara will be taking you for your cross-country training at the end of the week.”

Tara stood up from the table. “Right. Finish up your breakfasts and grab your helmets and boots. We’ll meet at the stables in ten minutes to sort out which horse each of you gets, OK?”

As the girls gathered on the verandah of the classic old Queenslander villa to pull on their riding boots, Issie told Stella all about Dee Dee, her new roomie.

“She’s a nightmare! I came back from the stables this morning and she’d moved all my stuff and spilt nail polish on my favourite T-shirt, and then, when I tried to get my stuff out of her way, she managed to knock a cup of tea over—”

“Wait a minute!” Stella said. “Back it up! You’ve been down to the stables already this morning?”

“Yeah, yeah,” said Issie impatiently. “I woke up early and went to see the horses. So anyway, when I got back, Dee Dee was in my room and she had—”

“I can’t believe you went to the stables without me!” Stella said.

“Stella,” Issie groaned. “It doesn’t matter! I’m trying to tell you about Dee Dee. Do you think we can swap room-mates?”

“You know, Issie,” Stella said, refusing to let it drop, “you could have woken me up and I would have come to the stables with you. I am your best friend.”

“Yes, OK, OK, I’m sorry,” Issie said, trying to put the matter to rest. “But I was talking about Dee Dee. What are we going to do about her?”

“I suppose you could ask Avery if you and I can share a room,” Stella offered.

“No way,” Issie groaned. “Tom will never agree. He said it would be good for us to split up and get to know the other girls.”

“Well then,” Stella shrugged. “I guess there’s no way out. You’re going to have to live with Dee Dee for two weeks. It’s not long. I’m sure she can’t be that bad!”

Stella isn’t being very sympathetic, Issie thought. It was all right for her. Stella had the perfect room-mate. Emily wasn’t one bit like Dee Dee. She was totally normal and really nice—a quiet, thoughtful girl with a mouse-brown ponytail and freckles. Laura, Emily’s twin sister, was lovely too. She was almost the spitting image of Emily, except slightly taller and with darker brown hair, and she was sharing a room with Kate. Morgan was bunking with Charlotte, the rider from Hutt Valley.

Charlotte was fifteen. She had blonde hair, which Issie suspected had been highlighted, as it had glamorous lighter blonde streaks. Charlotte seemed very grown-up. Issie was pretty sure that she was wearing make-up—blusher, lip gloss and mascara. She also wore a pair of very tight, sparkling-white jodhpurs, even though it wasn’t even a proper training day and they were bound to get dusty.

Everything was dusty at Havenfields. The landscape here was so different to the green fields of Chevalier Point. The paddocks were burnt by the endless sunshine so there was very little green grass, and at nine in the morning the horses grazing outside were already seeking shade under the tall gum trees that bordered the paddocks.

The sun was scorching and the idea of saddling up a horse seemed positively exhausting in the thirty-plus degree heat. Luckily, the Olympic-sized sand arena where they would be working the horses was covered.

“Not to keep the rain off obviously,” Avery said. “I don’t think it’s rained in Lilydale in months.”

They entered the stables and the other girls who hadn’t already seen the horses began to ooh and aah over the ones that they liked best.

“Here’s the drill,” Avery said. “We’ll be giving all of you a chance to try out the horse of your choice. Tara and I will be watching you ride and we’ll be swapping certain riders over if we think they’d be better off teamed with other horses.”

Stella raised her hand. “Who gets to choose the first horse?”

“There’s no totally fair way to do this,” Avery admitted. “So let’s go in alphabetical order, shall we?”

He looked at the list on his clipboard. “Let’s see…Ah, Charlotte! Which one would you like to try out?”

Charlotte couldn’t believe her good fortune at being the first to choose. She bit her lip pensively as she looked down the row of horses in front of her.

“I’d like the grey,” she said.

Tara led the grey horse with the dark mane and tail forward and handed the lead rope to Charlotte. “His name is Kanga,” she said. “You’ll find his tack in that loose box over there. You can go and get him ready now and I’ll see you in the arena.”

Charlotte led Kanga away and Avery consulted his list once more.

“Isn’t this neato?” a voice hissed in Issie’s ear and she turned to see Dee Dee standing next to her.

“OK, next on the list we have…Dee Dee!”

“Here!” Dee Dee squeaked, raising her hand and grinning like a maniac.

“It’s your turn, Dee Dee,” Avery told her. “Pick yourself a horse.”

Issie watched Dee Dee’s eyes widen as they scanned the row of horses.

“It’s so hard to choose!” Dee Dee giggled. “They’re all so…so…”

“So neato?” said Issie scathingly. But Dee Dee hadn’t heard her. She gave another squeak of delight and bounced in the air, clapping her hands together.

“I’ve decided!” she said. “I’ll take the one on the end.”

Issie watched in total horror as Tara led the chosen horse forward and handed his lead rope to her scatterbrained room-mate. She couldn’t believe it. Dee Dee had just chosen Victory.