The reindeer strained to take it all in, but he gasped.
His gaze slowly glided over the frosted leather straps, following them from his harness all the way up to a piece of artic majesty. A sleigh so clear, if one blinked, you would think nothing was there. Carved from the purest and clearest of glaciers, like crystal. It sparkled as if made from only the brightest of fantasies. It was a sleigh to rival any of Pembroke’s imaginings.
A roofless carriage with a seat, which seemed designed to carry no more than two riders. No space in the back for sacks of toys. The sleigh, a thing of prismatic swoops and ice curves, straddled two blades of smelted silver. Pembroke yipped and looked from side to side.
He alone was buckled in.
He alone to lead this sleigh of beauty?
No fleet?
Just him—Pe
