test all new slapshoes and award âem to contest winners. I never have to do the dishes. I choose what cake what day for what meal. If I say âStop!â or âGo!â every Acrotwist Clown in hearing must obey, stop or go. Such ⦠like that.â
She paused, still hugging her knees, still staring at me. The expression in her eyes wasnât one of worry. It was more like as one of wary. Such was so.
âNow Iâll tell you what happened,â she resumed. âWe slid down a so such sort of a funnel which led to a long tunnel slide like as described in the Gwer drollek story of the Weather Woes. Both of us were limp with laughter. I was red Dragon, remember, and tried to fly, but my muscles were too tickled to work. And then I gave up. I didnât care. It was fun to laugh down the slide. You laughed, too, until we hit the lake. Just over there. Deep under. Below. The slide tunnel spilled us into the bottom of the lake. You floated limp. Such was so. Your eyes rolled back in your head. Your smile was blissful. I shook you hard and noticed that I was still Dragon when I saw my red taloned claws. I shifted to Rakara, wrapped you in my mantle, and brought you up over there. I swam you to the shore, shifted to bendo dreen, and laid you down where you are sitting. You have had another so such âswimâ. I suppose you remember nothing.â
âI remember falling through the ⦠the ⦠the stage and beginning to ⦠to ... laugh ... and ... slide. After that ⦠nothing,â I said.
âWell, you seem alert now and not talking so such oddly as before with the snaves. Such might be good. And now weâre both bendo dreen. Thatâs more a comfort, isnât it? You are Bekka, in spite of all oddness. What do you say we should do now, stuck as we are back here again?â asked Kar, renewing her faith in me and replacing her fate into my hands.
I looked at Jo Bree safely tucked under my belt. Flush yellow pink.
âRemember Jo Breeâs ⦠gong ⦠no ⦠song. It told us ⦠the tiers of snaves must be mimed ⦠no ⦠climbed. It said A, then E, then I, O, and U. We ⦠met the snaves of ⦠Annek.
Annek might be ⦠A. There are more Blue Hills beyond this ⦠one. Tiers of âem. Letâs march over this one and up ⦠the next.â
Kar nodded and shrugged like we do. I did the same, and got to my feet. Kar came near and handed to me a pulpy, pale blue globe.
âWhatâs this?â I asked.
âI found âem growing on luminous vines at the bottom of the lake. Theyâre good. Taste,â she answered.
I nibbled. Sweeter than cappmelons drenched in Clover honey.
âI named âem moonplums,â Kar said proudly.
âMmmmm, good,â I responded to the taste and the name.
Chapter Twenty-Four
To The Smokey Blue Hill
We climbed to the top of the hill and looked for any sign at all of the entrance down to the stairs which led to the cavern theater where weâd encountered the snaves of Annek. Not a hint of a clue was there to be seen. The hill was blanketed smoothly with pale blue grass. We stood for a goodly span of time on the summit riding the slow back and forth movement of the hill. The hill beyond the one we rode moved away to the left as we went to the right, and away to the right as we went to the left. So and such the constant serenity of the soothing motion bound the both of us uncommonly still so as like in a spell of enchantment.
âBek?â droned Kar.
âHmmm?â I buzzed in a blur.
We, a pair of bendo dreen statues, lapsed into a lengthy silence. Not a stiff menacing silence, but a cool drowsing silence. The sun marched hard and steady across the sky. My shirt, jacket, pantaloons, stockings and highboots moved from drenched to dry.
âBek?â droned Kar.
âHmmm?â I buzzed from deepest blur.
âBek!â snapped Kar, startling me
She paused, still hugging her knees, still staring at me. The expression in her eyes wasnât one of worry. It was more like as one of wary. Such was so.
âNow Iâll tell you what happened,â she resumed. âWe slid down a so such sort of a funnel which led to a long tunnel slide like as described in the Gwer drollek story of the Weather Woes. Both of us were limp with laughter. I was red Dragon, remember, and tried to fly, but my muscles were too tickled to work. And then I gave up. I didnât care. It was fun to laugh down the slide. You laughed, too, until we hit the lake. Just over there. Deep under. Below. The slide tunnel spilled us into the bottom of the lake. You floated limp. Such was so. Your eyes rolled back in your head. Your smile was blissful. I shook you hard and noticed that I was still Dragon when I saw my red taloned claws. I shifted to Rakara, wrapped you in my mantle, and brought you up over there. I swam you to the shore, shifted to bendo dreen, and laid you down where you are sitting. You have had another so such âswimâ. I suppose you remember nothing.â
âI remember falling through the ⦠the ⦠the stage and beginning to ⦠to ... laugh ... and ... slide. After that ⦠nothing,â I said.
âWell, you seem alert now and not talking so such oddly as before with the snaves. Such might be good. And now weâre both bendo dreen. Thatâs more a comfort, isnât it? You are Bekka, in spite of all oddness. What do you say we should do now, stuck as we are back here again?â asked Kar, renewing her faith in me and replacing her fate into my hands.
I looked at Jo Bree safely tucked under my belt. Flush yellow pink.
âRemember Jo Breeâs ⦠gong ⦠no ⦠song. It told us ⦠the tiers of snaves must be mimed ⦠no ⦠climbed. It said A, then E, then I, O, and U. We ⦠met the snaves of ⦠Annek.
Annek might be ⦠A. There are more Blue Hills beyond this ⦠one. Tiers of âem. Letâs march over this one and up ⦠the next.â
Kar nodded and shrugged like we do. I did the same, and got to my feet. Kar came near and handed to me a pulpy, pale blue globe.
âWhatâs this?â I asked.
âI found âem growing on luminous vines at the bottom of the lake. Theyâre good. Taste,â she answered.
I nibbled. Sweeter than cappmelons drenched in Clover honey.
âI named âem moonplums,â Kar said proudly.
âMmmmm, good,â I responded to the taste and the name.
Chapter Twenty-Four
To The Smokey Blue Hill
We climbed to the top of the hill and looked for any sign at all of the entrance down to the stairs which led to the cavern theater where weâd encountered the snaves of Annek. Not a hint of a clue was there to be seen. The hill was blanketed smoothly with pale blue grass. We stood for a goodly span of time on the summit riding the slow back and forth movement of the hill. The hill beyond the one we rode moved away to the left as we went to the right, and away to the right as we went to the left. So and such the constant serenity of the soothing motion bound the both of us uncommonly still so as like in a spell of enchantment.
âBek?â droned Kar.
âHmmm?â I buzzed in a blur.
We, a pair of bendo dreen statues, lapsed into a lengthy silence. Not a stiff menacing silence, but a cool drowsing silence. The sun marched hard and steady across the sky. My shirt, jacket, pantaloons, stockings and highboots moved from drenched to dry.
âBek?â droned Kar.
âHmmm?â I buzzed from deepest blur.
âBek!â snapped Kar, startling me
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