Tosses Trunks

I circled the yard three times before coming to a halt, then leaned down and showed my teeth in a wide smile. Terror flickered upon the faces of Bryony and Susan, but Nessa walked boldly up to me and pointed toward the shed just beyond the stables.

“The cart’s in there,” she said, her chin raised defiantly. “It’s already loaded with the provisions, but the trunks were too heavy for us.”

I leaped down from my horse and flexed my hairy fingers close to Nessa’s face, making the bones crack. Then, in no time at all, I harnessed the shire horse to the cart before tossing up the three trunks. Feeble humans; the trunks were as light as air.

B11 C3