And it was a good thing Princess Celestia didn't ask the nearly-headless unicorn to step down out of the car after their demonstration, instead of the earth pony, or else everypony would have noticed the trail of vomit running down the front of her neck. Before that morning, the Royal Engineer's carriage had provided a harsh, bouncy ride, just like any other cheap wagon on the rough roads of Baltimare or Manehattan. But now, the newly-armored carriage swayed and wobbled incessantly, turning every bump into a minute-long oscillation. No wonder Glamerspear had gotten sick; even Honour’s stomach still felt pretty heavy.