People stood aside for Corporal Carrot. It was the first time she’d seen him through these eyes. Good grief. How did people not notice it? He walked through the city like a tiger through tall grass, or a hubland bear across the snow, wearing the landscape like a skin— Gaspode glanced sideways. Angua was sitting on her haunches, staring. “Yer tongue’s hanging out,” he said. “What?…So? So what? That’s natural. I’m panting.”
