“Well, come on,' said Hyacinthe. 'Unless you want me to carry you.'' 'Carry me? What a delightful offer. You can bear me in your arms like a maiden in a fairy tale.' Hyacinthe rolls his eyes. 'I can throw you over my shoulder like a sack of grain.' 'Then I suppose I shall walk,' Oak says, hoping he can.” FunnyHolly BlackThe Stolen HeirOakOak GreenbriarCarryThe Prisoners ThroneHyacintheCarry MeCarry You Book:The Prisoner’s Throne Source: The Prisoner’s Throne