Thank Celestia nopony had brought a telescope or binoculars -- or even a pair of opera glasses. Otherwise, they would certainly have spotted that moment at the end of the straightaway when the corporal almost toppled the cart over by trying to take the corner too fast. Even though she’d practiced it dozens of times before today, something about the added weight of the wooden armor and the extra stress from performing had caused her to slip up. The rebound from that mistake, when the vehicle lurched from one side to the other, was as terrifying as the initial skid, and Honour was still not sure just how she’d managed to keep the vehicle under control. Maybe it was the Royal Engineer's earlier training when they’d skidded on the gravel in front of the barracks circle; maybe the vehicle was more stable than she thought; maybe it was just a plain old Celestial miracle. Her Majesty was, after all, in attendance. 