It was inconceivable.
The murmur of the sailors abruptly ceased; no one moved anymore.
Slowly, very slowly, Ravenblack took one step after the other. Ron gave it time, talked incessantly in soft, enticing tones.
When they had arrived on the cliff, he waved and Nanja sent the ship’s boys over. Ron led Ravenblack a few steps away from the shore to a larger rocky plateau, where moss grew in the cracks here and there. He put the line around its neck that Peire had brought with him and gave it to the boy. Then he came back on board.
Nanja nodded to him and a glow passed over his face. But when she grabbed his arm to stop him, he stiffened. “Do you bring the other animals ashore in the same way?”
He nodded; his voice was hoarse. “I’ll make it.”
And indeed Ron brought the thirteen horses as
