“Susan, the water-pitcher! For your father’s sake!”She rolled Avery’s head out of her lap, got to her feet, and staggered to the desk with the front of the serape burning. He looked around at his friends, a little defensively. “We are one from many. Tiny herds of them, galloping through that strange pink stuff that was neither light nor liquid.
”“Never mind yer sops, time’s too short for em. ” She cackled, and as her face broke into its sour lines of laughter, Jonas again saw her as she really was—all but sucked dry by the thing in her lap. They got the drop on us the same as you, right?”Depape wanted to agree, but thought it might be dangerous to do so. “Roland!” Alain cried.
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