Chapter 13Late morning sun bronzed the stone of Restormell Castle. Zofia's nerves were on a sword's edge as she, Tillie and Blanche approached the coach. Eight white winged horses, in single file, were harnessed to it. They were the most beautiful animals she had ever seen. Their coat and feathers were as white as newly fallen snow, their muzzles and eyes were pink, and their hooves shimmered gold in the early sunlight. They were slightly larger than most horses. Their powerful wings were presently folded onto their backs. They snorted, and pawed the earth, and threw their heads eagerly.
The coach itself was just as white, but dusted heavily in pixy dust, giving it a lovely iridescent cast in the sun. Pixy dust would enable the coach to fly along with the eight-winged horses.
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