She tore her eyes from the wriggling,moaning body on the tripod, and looked down at her graceful hand. The hound recognized himand snuffled his hand. Vincent picked up the dice and rattled them in the cup and threwagain. The braveanimal reeled backwards and went down on its haunches.
Big Daniel was about to put the slow-match to the thatch, but Halstopped him. He looked into her face,and it was as though he had received a charge of grape shot in thecentre of his chest. Her breath caught as she sawin the shadows the soft gleam of ophidian scales. While Hal daydreamed in the rigging, the ceremony on the deck below himdrew to its conclusion.
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