TO TAME A HAWK
"Then you're definitely out of luck, milady. For the Hawk is no toad for certain. I, lass, standing next to the Hawk, am truly a toad. Nay-a troll. Worse still, a horned and warty lizard. A-"
"I get the picture." Dear heaven, deliver me from perfec-tion. "Where is he, then, my unwilling husband?"
"Managing the aftermath of a serious problem."
And that might be?"
"A grave and terrible uprising,"
"In North Uster?
"Close." The man's lips twitched.