“Well grab a grape and call it a date,” Geraldine said, slapping her thigh. “That was a jolly good show. My lady Tory, did you see those devilish danderkoots tumbling into that ravine? What fun!” “We should go finish the fun,” Tory said darkly, glancing over her shoulder to look at the rebels making their way down the mountain. “There’ll be plenty still alive.” “Ohhhh, by my cockles, you do have a streak of savagery in your lady waters, does she not, Maxy boy?”
