If they delivered the horses, oxen, wagons of fresh vegetables, the tack, the oil, the glass—most of all the wizard’s glass—all would be well. A box canyon, very short and steep-sided, Susan had said, and the description was perfectly accurate. She thought what she said would perhaps shame him, but although faint color came into his cheeks, his eyes remained firmly on hers. “TWENTY-FIVE MINUTES,” Blaine said complacently.
Susan laughed without reservation, her head tilted back and her hands clasped before the sapphire pendant. “The flying monkeys. that sounds excellent. Then, when it’s three o’ the clock, ride here, and look under the skins in yon corner.
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