Lucky wasn’t listening to what had happened one time to the princess’s aunts. She twisted around, so she could look more closely at her flank. Being a pony had its advantages in that way. She found the same thing she had seen before—at first, the scroll just looked like it had lines. Only with an intense stare could she see that she was looking at densely packed words, stylized the same way the Shahada was often artistically rendered.