She was still saluting, eyes level, face impassive. To conceal her spellbinders, she'd wrapped her horn in a silky white ribbon, with a bow at the base for good measure. It was still pretty obvious that there was something going on, but at least it stopped the chains jangling whenever she moved her head. And was that the Silver Ram around her neck, on its white-and-blue ribbon? Honour hadn't noticed that she'd put on her ceremonial medal, earlier. This was certainly as good a time as any for her to display that. Had she met the Princesses in private upon joining the Order of the Ram? Perhaps this meeting would be nothing new to her.