He gave one tiny gasp, but when he was sitting up, he grinned at her. He pushed a straggle of hair back from his face. ‘Wit-bees,’ he said admiringly. He shook his head at her. I could tell it was not the first time he had said it. ‘It was all I could think of,’ Molly pointed out. She could not keep from smiling back. ‘It worked, did it not?’ ‘Wondrously,’ he conceded. ‘But how did you know they’d go after the red-bearded one? That was what persuaded them. And damn near persuaded me as well!’
