Olivia found herself shaking. Celestia’s words had the same effect this time as Starlight’s had down in that slaver’s hideout. No, it was worse. Her muscles twitched disobediently, like coming down from the worst bender of her life. She ached and strained, as though her body longed to gallop right out the door and bow down before the monarch. Maybe a real pony couldn’t have resisted.