Then the bush shook, and Lindon saw Orthos emerge. At about the level of Lindon’s ankle. Orthos snapped up a bee that had crawled along the ground too close to his mouth. “Don’t give me that look. My spirit is as strong as ever.” Lindon knew that. If it hadn’t been, he would have sensed the change immediately. But now Orthos was the size of an ordinary turtle. Maybe a baby one. Lindon was having trouble reconciling the sight, but Little Blue wasn’t.
