‘Joy! Dearest Scillara, time of vigil is at an end! Stalwart and brave Greyfrog has defended your sanctity, and the brood even now squirms in Brother L’oric’s arms!’ ‘Greyfrog? But they said you were dead! What are you doing talking to me? You never talk to me!’ ‘Female with brood must be sheathed with silence. All slivers and darts of irritation fended off by noble Greyfrog. And now, happily, I am free to infuse your sweet self with my undying love!’ ‘Gods below, is this what the others had to put up with?’ She reached for her pipe and pouch of rustleaf.
