"Good," Cuthbert observes, although his tension doesn't relax. "The last thing we need's for the damn grapefruit to show up here."

Susan shakes her head. "Not like - mayhap a little, with the shell, but not the filthy sheen of it when Rhea... not like that. It's why I - it's only a dream, I wot."

"You're probably right." Alain's voice is easy and warm. "But if this day's bringing some trap left buried back to the top of your mind, I'd have it out and no mistake. Will'ee let me look?"