Handy walked alongside the rather imposing figure of the high king. His head was still spinning, and try as he might, he could not bring himself to concentrate enough to try to predict what was going to happen to him now. He glanced up at the gigantic griffon. The black-feathered, gold-pelted monarch seemed serene as he always did. At the party, he had been talking with quite a lot of Equestrians, but Joachim had seemed very nervous when High King Aleksander had requested to speak to Handy… alone.