“I am Sir Buddy the Magnificent, of the estimable line of talking equine companions.” If anything, the girl’s mouth gaped open even more. “Talking equine companion?” “He means that we have an agreement.” Basil wasn’t sure if he should try to pry the girl’s clinging grip off him or let her be. “He provides transportation and companionship—” “And wise advice. Don’t forget the wise advice,” Buddy added.”