There were two bright pink splotches on his cheeks, and his strangely full mouth was trembling. “Pliz,” he blurted when he saw me looking at him. “Juzpliz lehmigoh. Pliz, pliz, pliz—” “He’s chanting something.” Lyri sounded wary. “What is it? A curse? Is he cursing us? Stop it!” He poked the creature’s bare side again, making him jump with a scream.
