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.Persemid goggled as the lady hefted it, and threw itstraight into the red-haired woman s face.Chuck couldn t help but laugh at Persemid s astonishedexpression.She turned on him, grabbed a cream pie out of the air, and heavedit at him.His dog reactions quicker than a human s could be, Chuck scootedoff the upholstery and scrambled underneath his seat, where he concentrated onreturning to personhood as quickly as he could.By the time he emerged, the carful of passengers was embroiled in a great piefight.Chuck didn t have time to think about how it happened.A huge bananacream pie came sailing over the seat back, straight for him.He ducked it, andheard Bergold let out a surprised cry as it splattered the front of his robe.Chuck stayed down behind the seat as a Dutch apple pie, launched by Bergold,came flying the other way.It struck a man in an old-fashioned racing coat andgoggles square in the face.He began to throw pie after pie in every directionlike a lawn sprinkler set on chocolate cream.People in the car were screaming.Some were laughing as they threw their ownedible missiles at others.Sean Draper let out a wild yell of joy as hegathered up pies that had missed him and tossed them back with gusto.Even thedelicate Pipistrella and the demure Blanda carried handfuls of tarts andpastries into the fray.A couple of the children climbed underneath thenearest seat with a cherry pie and stayed out of the way, happily eating whilethe fight raged on above them.With a supply of sturdy pumpkin and custardpies in his arsenal, Chuck defended himself from a concerted attack by a groupof old ladies armed with lemon meringue.The absurdity of the whole situationstruck him, and he laughed, just in time to get a mouthful of crust.Thereought to be a way to grow a lot of arms, so he could fire pies off at hisopponents all at once.Instead, he found his arms filled with pastriesbalanced unsteadily from wrist to shoulder.As he hesitated, wondering how tofire them off, the old ladies rushed in at him, driving him to the wall.Hecollapsed under a heap of pies, howling with mock outrage.They ran off tojoin another battle, and Chuck grabbed the seat arm to help himself back tohis feet.In the midst of the fray, Hiramus sat with his arms folded against his chest.The bearded man hardly ever cracked a smile, and he sat aloof from the othersunless Keir dragged him into the group.He jerked his head to one side as apie flew past him.Not a dot of filling, not a crumb of crust had touched him,as if it wouldn t dare.Chuck was beginning to think of Hiramus as asuspicious character.Throughout all the pie fight, he sat talking with Morit in grim tones ofmutual aggrievement, each of them looking disapproving and superior.What apair of curmudgeons, Chuck thought.Later they would probably show each othertheir championship medals from grudge matches.Chuck thought of tossing piesat both of them just to shake them up, when he felt something soft strike himin the back of the head.He spun.Another cream pie hit him in the face.Hespat.Coconut! He hated coconut.Chuck clawed at it as Persemid s voice rang in his ears. Gotcha, she cried.Oh, she was asking for it now! Blinking the paste out of his eyes, Chucksought around him for more ammunition.He came up with a gooey blueberry pie,Page 65 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmland heaved it at her with all his strength.It caught her in the midsection,and launched her backwards several feet.By the time she landed, she had piesin each hand aimed straight at him.Chuck, eyes wide, dodged sideways,straight into the path of a pie fired from the front of the car. Ow! he cried. That hurt! The remainder dropped to the floor with a clang.Unlike all the others flying around the room, this one had been baked in asolid iron pan.Who had thrown that?Keir was standing by them, leaning against the wall in his homespun tunic,watching the whole thing.He moved between them, twitching a fingertip to andfro like a disapproving uncle. Enough! he said, taking Chuck by one arm, and gesturing to Persemid with theother hand.Her pies fell, disappearing before they hit the ground.Anotherpie in an iron tin banged against the wall and vanished. Enough already! Hegestured to the others, shooing them back toward their seats.Still untouchedby the mess coating nearly every other surface in the car, Hiramus rose frombeside Morit to rejoin the group.The two men exchanged knowing nods.Chuck sat down in the aisle seat, wiping the rest of the coconut out of hiseyebrows with the edge of his shirt.He was covered from hair to shoes withsweet filling and whipped cream.Persemid s drapey clothes were caked withchunks of crust glued on with dabs of fruit filling.Still chuckling, shebrushed at the mess with a casual hand.Pipistrella s lovely gown woreblueberry stains, and Sean Draper had eclair in his hair.Keir clapped hishands, and the mess dissolved into thin air.Even the last, sweet taste onChuck s tongue faded from existence.Pipistrella exclaimed with delight at therestoration of her dress.She fumbled for her hand mirror to check her faceand hair. Now that was a fine example of a manifestation of dreamstuff, Keir said,happily.He fixed Chuck with a black-eyed gaze. Now you ve had a littlepersonal experience on the fly, so to speak, you see that you have a greatercapacity for using influence than you thought.Now you can learn how tocontrol consciously what you do instinctively. Good idea, Chuck said heartily, making himself comfortable.Now, thatsounded like a lesson that would be of great use in this strange place, wherepastry one could taste, smell, and above all, throwcasually formed out of thin air, and disappeared back into it, too.Keir gavehim a quick smile.Persemid looked up from her clothes, restored to cleanliness by Keir sgesture.She scooted her seat closer to them. I want to be in on this, too, she said. You don t need instruction, Chuck said, glancing at her in surprise.Thewoman s face grew purple, a horrible contrast with her red-orange hair.Shestood up over Chuck and planted her hands on her hips.He was afraid she wouldpelt him with another pie, this one filled with rocks. I m part of this group! she exclaimed. I am entitled to participate inwhatever goes on! I mean it as a compliment, Chuck said humbly, realizing she hadmisunderstood him. I.Ididn t mean to turn you into a hedgehog.It was an accident.It was justsomething I was thinking, and.and then, it happened.But when you threw it back at me and made me apoodle well, it was -impressive. Persemid goggled at him, then sat back to think about what he d said. Thanks, she said at last. But I do need to learn how to control influence.I can gather it up allright, but I didn t know for certain what it would do to you when I threw itPage 66 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlat you. Chuck laughed. I m just lucky you didn t throw your needles.Truce? heasked, putting out a hand.After a moment s hesitation, she clasped it.Herplump hands were dry and strong.She had a good handshake. Truce. Keir looked pleased.He rubbed his hands together [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Persemid goggled as the lady hefted it, and threw itstraight into the red-haired woman s face.Chuck couldn t help but laugh at Persemid s astonishedexpression.She turned on him, grabbed a cream pie out of the air, and heavedit at him.His dog reactions quicker than a human s could be, Chuck scootedoff the upholstery and scrambled underneath his seat, where he concentrated onreturning to personhood as quickly as he could.By the time he emerged, the carful of passengers was embroiled in a great piefight.Chuck didn t have time to think about how it happened.A huge bananacream pie came sailing over the seat back, straight for him.He ducked it, andheard Bergold let out a surprised cry as it splattered the front of his robe.Chuck stayed down behind the seat as a Dutch apple pie, launched by Bergold,came flying the other way.It struck a man in an old-fashioned racing coat andgoggles square in the face.He began to throw pie after pie in every directionlike a lawn sprinkler set on chocolate cream.People in the car were screaming.Some were laughing as they threw their ownedible missiles at others.Sean Draper let out a wild yell of joy as hegathered up pies that had missed him and tossed them back with gusto.Even thedelicate Pipistrella and the demure Blanda carried handfuls of tarts andpastries into the fray.A couple of the children climbed underneath thenearest seat with a cherry pie and stayed out of the way, happily eating whilethe fight raged on above them.With a supply of sturdy pumpkin and custardpies in his arsenal, Chuck defended himself from a concerted attack by a groupof old ladies armed with lemon meringue.The absurdity of the whole situationstruck him, and he laughed, just in time to get a mouthful of crust.Thereought to be a way to grow a lot of arms, so he could fire pies off at hisopponents all at once.Instead, he found his arms filled with pastriesbalanced unsteadily from wrist to shoulder.As he hesitated, wondering how tofire them off, the old ladies rushed in at him, driving him to the wall.Hecollapsed under a heap of pies, howling with mock outrage.They ran off tojoin another battle, and Chuck grabbed the seat arm to help himself back tohis feet.In the midst of the fray, Hiramus sat with his arms folded against his chest.The bearded man hardly ever cracked a smile, and he sat aloof from the othersunless Keir dragged him into the group.He jerked his head to one side as apie flew past him.Not a dot of filling, not a crumb of crust had touched him,as if it wouldn t dare.Chuck was beginning to think of Hiramus as asuspicious character.Throughout all the pie fight, he sat talking with Morit in grim tones ofmutual aggrievement, each of them looking disapproving and superior.What apair of curmudgeons, Chuck thought.Later they would probably show each othertheir championship medals from grudge matches.Chuck thought of tossing piesat both of them just to shake them up, when he felt something soft strike himin the back of the head.He spun.Another cream pie hit him in the face.Hespat.Coconut! He hated coconut.Chuck clawed at it as Persemid s voice rang in his ears. Gotcha, she cried.Oh, she was asking for it now! Blinking the paste out of his eyes, Chucksought around him for more ammunition.He came up with a gooey blueberry pie,Page 65 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmland heaved it at her with all his strength.It caught her in the midsection,and launched her backwards several feet.By the time she landed, she had piesin each hand aimed straight at him.Chuck, eyes wide, dodged sideways,straight into the path of a pie fired from the front of the car. Ow! he cried. That hurt! The remainder dropped to the floor with a clang.Unlike all the others flying around the room, this one had been baked in asolid iron pan.Who had thrown that?Keir was standing by them, leaning against the wall in his homespun tunic,watching the whole thing.He moved between them, twitching a fingertip to andfro like a disapproving uncle. Enough! he said, taking Chuck by one arm, and gesturing to Persemid with theother hand.Her pies fell, disappearing before they hit the ground.Anotherpie in an iron tin banged against the wall and vanished. Enough already! Hegestured to the others, shooing them back toward their seats.Still untouchedby the mess coating nearly every other surface in the car, Hiramus rose frombeside Morit to rejoin the group.The two men exchanged knowing nods.Chuck sat down in the aisle seat, wiping the rest of the coconut out of hiseyebrows with the edge of his shirt.He was covered from hair to shoes withsweet filling and whipped cream.Persemid s drapey clothes were caked withchunks of crust glued on with dabs of fruit filling.Still chuckling, shebrushed at the mess with a casual hand.Pipistrella s lovely gown woreblueberry stains, and Sean Draper had eclair in his hair.Keir clapped hishands, and the mess dissolved into thin air.Even the last, sweet taste onChuck s tongue faded from existence.Pipistrella exclaimed with delight at therestoration of her dress.She fumbled for her hand mirror to check her faceand hair. Now that was a fine example of a manifestation of dreamstuff, Keir said,happily.He fixed Chuck with a black-eyed gaze. Now you ve had a littlepersonal experience on the fly, so to speak, you see that you have a greatercapacity for using influence than you thought.Now you can learn how tocontrol consciously what you do instinctively. Good idea, Chuck said heartily, making himself comfortable.Now, thatsounded like a lesson that would be of great use in this strange place, wherepastry one could taste, smell, and above all, throwcasually formed out of thin air, and disappeared back into it, too.Keir gavehim a quick smile.Persemid looked up from her clothes, restored to cleanliness by Keir sgesture.She scooted her seat closer to them. I want to be in on this, too, she said. You don t need instruction, Chuck said, glancing at her in surprise.Thewoman s face grew purple, a horrible contrast with her red-orange hair.Shestood up over Chuck and planted her hands on her hips.He was afraid she wouldpelt him with another pie, this one filled with rocks. I m part of this group! she exclaimed. I am entitled to participate inwhatever goes on! I mean it as a compliment, Chuck said humbly, realizing she hadmisunderstood him. I.Ididn t mean to turn you into a hedgehog.It was an accident.It was justsomething I was thinking, and.and then, it happened.But when you threw it back at me and made me apoodle well, it was -impressive. Persemid goggled at him, then sat back to think about what he d said. Thanks, she said at last. But I do need to learn how to control influence.I can gather it up allright, but I didn t know for certain what it would do to you when I threw itPage 66 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlat you. Chuck laughed. I m just lucky you didn t throw your needles.Truce? heasked, putting out a hand.After a moment s hesitation, she clasped it.Herplump hands were dry and strong.She had a good handshake. Truce. Keir looked pleased.He rubbed his hands together [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]