Chapter 4
Hanson began to tire well before Holzy finally came. A couple of times he’d slowed the motions, trying to draw back enough to suck in a fast, deep breath. Hazy red nearly obscured his vision and the floor seemed to be revolving beneath his knees. His feet went to sleep and prickled like ants crawled over them. He needed to move!
But Holzy was having none of that. ::Get with it, pig farmer. Unless that’s all you ever want to be…:: The silent warning was sufficient to encourage Hanson to diligence. He persisted, giving the work his best efforts. Only later did he wonder if the wizard had actually spoken or simply mind-spoken.
At last, Holzy erupted. Although Hanson almost choked, he held on, gritting mental teeth since he dared not do so with his real ones. He waited until Holzy
