Chapter fourFan-Si couldn’t stop laughing. She’d started the moment after she and the rest had crawled out of cover and she’d taken in me and the disreputable craft in which we flew.
“A witch did it,” she declared, in between whooping in breaths to laugh some more. “Your wonderful voller was changed by a witch into this heap!”
“It certainly is — crude,” observed Moglin. He stared at Fan-Si. “If you don’t control yourself not only will you do yourself an injury, the prince may well decide to do it for himself. Fan-Si!”
I could see the Fristle fifi’s reaction was only triggered by her amusement at the change from the smart voller in which she’d served as my Ship Hikdar, or first lieutenant, to this lashed up heap. The continuance of her excited reaction, expressed as uncontrollable laught
