«It does that,» said Cuchulainn, holding the great sword up admiringly. Light rippled and flowed along the blade.
«Now, Miach,» said Shea.
Miach lifted his arms. «Hey, I don’t want.» began Pete, as the chant rose.
Whoosh!
Shea, Belphebe, and Brodsky arrived with a rush of displaced air in the living room atGaraden, Ohio, and almost in a heap. Behind them, the door of Shea’s study stood open. As the trio landed, a couple of heavy-set men with large feet turned startled faces, their hands full of Shea’s papers.
«It’s them!» said one.
The other said, «And by gawd — Pete Brodsky, the synthetic harp, in a monkey suit!» They both began to laugh.
«Hell with that, you punks,» said Pete. «I’ve had enoughIreland to last me. From now on it’snazdorowie Polska! See?»
Shea paid little attention. He was too busy kissing Belphebe.