"I smell men."
"Careful," thought the Discoverer.
Thor moved no muscle, took no breath in his spirit form. Yet the machinations of his mind slipped a cog. He thought, and the green flames knew.
A sword of flame lunged outward, at him. He felt its heat, the wild life of it, the pride and all the cruelty.
He tried to cry out. Then his mind went. The last he knew was the voice of the Discoverer.
"Come!"
Thor gasped lungfuls of sweet, cool air, staring up at the sun in the blue sky. Yellow hair splashed on his face and chest as Karola wept and whimpered. Wonderingly, Thor put a big hand to his face. It was beaded with damp sweat.
The Discoverer beamed a thought at him.
"That was a near thing, man of Earth. Had I not kept constant control of your mind, Aava would have had you."