Mrs. Midsomer burst out of the waters behind him and rose into the skies, growing with inconceivable rapidity. Her bulk seemed to fill the world, blocking out the horizon and casting a shadow over the magicians huddled on the wall. The enchantment appeared to encompass everything upon her person, for as she grew, so did the fronds of seaweed draped over her, and the pretty amber pendant on her breast expanded till it was itself the height and breadth of a grown man. “Midsomer!” roared Lord Burrow. “Look to your wife!” “He can hardly miss her,” remarked Prunella. “Think of our fishing—our
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