I would have marched into Egypt and probably made a mess, lost my will and my heart if it wasn't for Tulip being right there with me, one hand settling on my shoulder, turning me toward her before I could do something stupid. It was clear she wanted to talk. I stared up at her, breathing heavily, heart racing, hearing the thud of her hooves on the deep, green carpet as she shifted positions before me. My head ached from all the possibilities and my attempt to cling to the hard ...