Mihrjan, invisible but no more than three feet from them, laughed deeply.
El Sareuk said to Yellow-eyes, the old peregrine falcon, who was sitting on his shoulder watching the brawl, "Thy master has met, if not his match, at least a very worthy foe!"
Godwin, after a great deal of fumbling, got hold of the sigil where it hung on a chain round her neck, and opened the clasp and took it off.
"Bully!" shrieked Ramizail. "Swaggering, bragging, girl-defeating bully! Give me that back!"
"Not a chance," said Godwin equably. He moved over and sat in the small of her back. He locked the sigil into the ring he wore on his little finger, and the designs of each caught the other and made a single lump of gold. "Now," he said, "I control the djinn."
"Have them transport me to the Isles of the Western Sea," said the girl savagely, "or by the Crescent and Cross, Godwin, I'll murder you when I get up!"
"Nothing so drastic. Mihrjan!"
"Yes, Lord?"
"I control you now absolutely, don't I?"