“I have defeated the dishes.” “Were there any survivors?” “The only casualty was some kind of monstrous serving plate with pears on it.” “Oh, that,” said Halla with relief. “Dare I hope it’s broken past any possible mending?” Sarkis considered this for a moment, then went back into the scullery. Sounds of breaking crockery drifted through the open door. “Yes,” he said, returning. “Thank the gods. It was a gift from Malva’s mother.”