The helmeted rider's shoulders shook in a silent laugh. She was never much for riddles and hadn't used her spare time to take up an instrument. It had never occurred to her.

Ah, but here they were. She steadied Shooter, not that the headless horse seemed too bothered. If he still had a head it would be held high, but he was most definitely looking in that direction as well.

Come on then, Celty thought as she watched the glint of eyes in the fog.