Yeah. This story is only barely about Rex Fang-Blade at all. Although I’m tempted to name this story “THE HORSE IN THE DERESET.” …Well, maybe not.
“So, what do we do with the poor little fellas?” Tabetha asked. “Pat ‘em on the head and say, ‘you get back on home, now?”
To her surprise, Rex nodded. “More or less, except that we want to keep them as close as they can go. Any magic charm that starts off can be stopped, and if we can get our hands on one, we can figure out how they did it. That’ll make it a lot easier to counter.”
You sound pretty confident there, Hey-You, Tabetha thought but didn’t say. You know any mages I don’t? It wasn’t worth calling him on, though. Breaking the anti-snake charm was good enough for what they had to do, right now.
Rex stood up. “They’ll move back a little, to where they can wait and see if we need help they can give. We’ll link up with the wagons, see how Joe’s faring. If anybody can help the snakes stay steady, it’s him.