That still left her with the thorny problem of Luna and Trixie. That, too, was not yet a crisis, and would be unlikely to be known outside the castle walls. The Royal Guard was hardly going to speak of how Trixie had escaped from right under their muzzles, after all, and with the showmare under Luna’s hoof, the situation—for now—required no intervention on her part. It might even serve me well to keep Luna guessing as to my intentions for a while longer. She’s probably been expecting me to rush right up there and take Trixie back. She’s probably already researching legal documents. So, the only thing left to do is start Lyra’s court-martial. “Raven?”