“We will have to find a way to coax back the horses without getting rid of Blueberry.” “Coja’kess?” he repeated. Ah, Iseult supposed they had named the bat in Nomatsi. “It means ‘blueberry’ in Nomatsi.” “The bat’s name is Blueberry?” “They are his favorite food.” Another lovely laugh split the prince’s lips, turning his Threads to a perfect shade of sunrise. “Did you hear that, Rolf?” He patted the gelding’s neck. “He’s a fruit bat. I told you there was nothing to be afraid of, old man. Nothing to be afraid of at all.”
