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LORD TUMMET
The Forest of Ainran was north of the Royal City, and the road was steep and uneven. The carriage, pulled by Lightfoot and Swiftwind, rocked back and forth as they cantered forwards as fast as they could manage.
'We're not pushing them too hard, are we?' Ramble asked Hogwash, as he poked his head out of the window and saw the sweat on the unicorns' backs. They were going at such a speed that his cheeks flapped about in the wind.
'Absolutely not,' Hogwash said with a laugh, steering them around a bend in the road. 'Unicorns have much more endurance than horses or even pegasi have. You should know that.'
'I do know that,' Ramble replied as the carriage crashed through a puddle. A splatter of mud caught him in the face and he brushed it away, spitting out the grit that had
