Velus on the Mend

"Eep!" she squeaked. She swung round with such force that a ripping sound indicated that she had done further damage to her clothing, and glared at Velus. "I've told you before, you can look but you can't touch! Do that again, and you'll be geography."

"Don't you mean history?" Fred asked, sufficiently interested to have stopped crying.

"No. What I was indicating to Velus is that bits of him would be spread over a very large area."

"Ah, I see. Well, why don't you do that anyway? We probably still need another sacrifice."

"Hey!" Velus objected. But to his surprise, Astra took his part.

"No," she said. "Did you see how he managed to paddle the raft for fifty yards across the grassy plain, to where we were standing by this stream? Anyone who can do something as remarkable as that must surely have been blessed by the gods, and they might take it amiss if we were to sacrifice him."

"So were you only bluffing when you threatened to dismember me if I touched you again?" Velus asked.

1. Reluctantly, Astra admitted that she was.
2. Fred butted in: "I don't want to worry you, but those crocodiles are heading our way, and they still look hungry."
3. More words appeared in the pink sky: "Those whom the gods would destroy, they first make mad, and you three are well on the way to total insanity."

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