CHAPTER 27
Angharad laughed with Maelgwn and Bedo at Seething Magma’s secondhand tale of Benitoe’s day at the fair.
“I should have liked to see those balloons for myself,” she rumbled, and the image conjured up of her massive form suspended floating in the air arrested all speech for a moment.
In that instant, Angharad felt something change. Something in the background had gone quiet. George, her sense of him had winked out.
She staggered upright and the blood drained from her face. Maelgwn and Bedo turned to her in alarm, but she couldn’t speak. She looked to Seething Magma, who seemed to be attending to the cat.
Imp leapt down, and Mag swapped her leading pseudopods to her other end and flowed back to the way.
“I go,” Mag rumbled. “I will bring what news I can.”
Angharad nodded we
