“Oh? What deal?” he asked dryly. “All the world knows that we agreed upon was, in a gesture of goodwill, that I would aid you in this quest to the Dragonlands, for the sake of your dear dragon friend’s health. No one, not Sorcha, not Ciara, not your friends, not anyone, knows about… this.” He tapped the casket for emphasis, and Twilight suddenly realised the depth of her mistake. Her eyes darted from the casket to Handy and back again. Her horn began to glow momentarily, and Handy’s willed power into the hand held behind his back.