He was breathless. He'd been right after all, there was a vulnerable spot on the Krak's invulnerable body. Was it the same spot he'd thought from his battle with Klash?
Marcia spoke quickly: "I don't know, Sean. She woke me, gave me that wig, told me to fix her head like mine. I did it, only I drew two strands of the hair down under her chin and tied it in a bow.
"It didn't look quite right, so I put my hands on her shoulders and drew the bow wider. But it looked so funny under her chin, I laughed and pushed against her to keep from falling."
"Where did you touch her?"
"I don't remember, Sean, I don't remember. Anyway, right then her whole face twisted into awful knots and her throat worked as if she couldn't get enough air to breath. Her face turned white and then blue and back to pink again.
"Her face, o-o-oh, it was terrible looking and frightened me so much," Marcia pushed closer to Sean, her tiny arms twisted tightly about him.
Sean was unaware of Marcia's warm body pressing against him.
For he was remembering.
It was only a tickle at first, then it grew and bubbled and the laughter pushed Sean's mouth open. The chink! His mind was shrieking. I've found it!
He laughed until the tears ran down his cheeks. It was the first time in many weeks that Sean McKenna had laughed like that—full-throated and joyous.