Gradually, Honour felt herself able to relax a bit. It helped that they were on the broad, packed-dirt avenue that led from the palace to the military barracks. As she came back to her senses, the road felt wider than it did before, and the poplar trees less threateningly close than they had seemed just a few moments ago. Honour sighed, and with Anonymous' hand still steadying her hooves on the tiller, she took a moment to wipe her brow. 