The next time Azzie came to call, Princess Scarlet was all smiles. She chattered about her dreams, which were the only interesting things in her daily life. She showed Azzie dance steps she remembered from before her death. She danced tempestuously, her little feet stamping on the floor in the figures of the Seguriyas, and she ended in a whirl of movement as she pirouetted across the room and collapsed into Azzie's arms. "Let me embrace you, Uncle, you have done so much for me!"
Azzie felt her small pointy breasts pressing into his chest, and thought not at all of what her clever little fingers were doing.
Ylith said, once she was alone with Scarlet, "Do you have it?"
Scarlet smiled, showing her even little teeth and the dimples in the corner of each cheek. She held up the black card. "Here it is!"
"Well done," Ylith said. "Now you have only to use it."
"Yes," Scarlet said, trying to stifle a yawn. "But what will I do about this damnable napping spell?"
"Have a good stiff slug of ichor," Ylith replied. "I'll add a spell. You'll sleep three or four times longer than usual, then be awake another three or four times as long afterward."
Scarlet brightened.
"Hurry," she said.