I spotted the familiar sight of two large Percherons and a gaily-colored wagon just as Nona stepped down from the back and waved. A sense of real relief flooded over me, as if I'd just seen Mum and Da waiting for me, not the rounded shape of Vasek's grandmother and her tall, slender friend, the sorcerer Cyrus. Her wagon was clearly repaired, looking as good as new. I felt the soft touch of Brindle magic and sent a silent thank you to Georgina and her coven for putting the mess ...