Abrial's fists curled around Dal's reins, making Dal whinny.
"You know the drill. Everyone, dismount and advance! Maintain the silence and invisibility spells until the prison wall has been breached. Am I understood?"
"Yes, Sir Niklas!"
All at once, the raiders slipped off their horses like shadows. The horses were well-trained enough to stay right where they were and wait for their masters until they came sprinting back. As Abrial slid off Dal's shining black coat and began to follow everyone else towards the prison, Dal whinnied suddenly. Abrial's skin tickled as he nudged his snout into her cheek.
She turned around and patted his nose, smiling crookedly and touching her nose to his.
"What's wrong?"
