"You can..." Javert trails off, squeezing his eagle's eyes shut. He opens them again, resolved to flatten his expression. Spells and magic. These things are possible, now, he reminds himself, the red fox still glimmering like an apparition in his mind.

"Well, do it, then. At least to make his chatter, if he has got any, understood by you. We are getting nowhere listening to your rock-songs."