Honour blinked, and glanced around. It wasn’t just the grass and the sky that glowed; even the white-painted wooden fence and bleachers of the Royal Eastern Cottage Racetrack seemed to bask in the sun, radiating light and warmth. Something tugged at the back of her mind, and almost out of instinct she tried to turn to look behind her, but that was an incomparably slow process. The visitor stands seemed to go on forever, stretching miles and miles away, requiring her to turn her neck further and further, until it seemed that she must have twisted it around completely backwards.