"We'll soon know," he replied, then got busy and sprayed her with it all over, not sparing even her hair and lashes.
Finished, he returned the spider to his pocket, said, "Now let him do his worst. Are ye—are you sure you want to come back with me, honey? There's going to be one hell of a row over you."
"I'll be with ye," she said simply.
Ortine returned. He bowed to his guests, said, "Well, I hope this is our last session."
"We've reached an agreement," Justin told him.
"An intelligent agreement?"
"Quite. We're going back together—to my time."
Ortine's smile was not pleasant. He said, "This may sound a trifle trite but don't say I didn't warn you." Then, to Deborah, "For your information this may be quite painful while it lasts—or while you last."
"Don't be afraid, honey," Justin told her.
"I'm not." The countenance she lifted to his was radiantly assured. "Not any more."