Chapter 4Finnán Cadeyrn, Druid to the Potentate of Alrakis, Dylan MacAskill, met Professor Culann Penrose at the spaceport. “Fine fix we're in, isn't it? Not only that, but they send a soft-shoe apostate to investigate. Brewed any spirits in that lab of yours, Professor? Or just some fine Scotch whiskey?”
“Spirits haunting me wherever I go, Finn. Spirits, spirits everywhere, and not a b****y drop to drink.” The two men threw their heads back and laughed, then fell into each others' arms. Other travelers glanced askance at them and wove their way around the two men.
Finnán held him at arms' length to look him up and down. “How are you, boy? A bit thin in the face and thick in the belly, but aren't we all, eh?”
“Comes from not enough good company, old man. Good to see you after all these
