Out the forward window, just behind Glamerspear's head, the team of six pegasi up front suddenly dipped downward out of sight, probably due to some kind of air pressure thing that Honour was sure Sparkshower knew all about, and she instinctively clenched. And as sure as rain in the spring, the carriage lurched downwards after them, its metal sub-frame groaning and its wooden body creaking as it flexed awkwardly to follow. The small glowing crystal chandelier swung back and forth, too, casting a dizzying array of shifting shadows against the walls. Honour saw the carriage-pullers swing back up across the window frame, and the same, horrifying thing happened again in reverse. 