QUOTE : Leeli sat astride Nugget, her hands on the tufts of black fur that gathered at the sides of her dog’s great head, her newest crutch slung with twine over her shoulder. Tink sat just behind his sister with his bow ready. Nia held the tired donkey’s reins and ran a soothing hand along its jaw. When Oskar tried to mount the donkey, it fixed him with a surly eye and brayed. “All right, lads and lasses,” Podo shouted, “we’re off at a quick pace, hear?” “But Grandpa, what about Uncle Peet?” Leeli asked.