It was Eton's turn now, and he stepped forward and gave the Pegasus' great clarion neigh -- far more like a trumpet than a horse's neigh; hollow bones are wonderful for resonance -- and swept his wings forward to touch, or almost touch, his all-hands to her temples before he gave his own speech, in the half-humming, half-shuffling syllables the Vegas made when they spoke aloud, only she could understand what he was saying in silent speech. The words were just as stiff and silly (she was rather relieved to discover) as the ones she'd had t

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