Page 21 SPONDULE: Wuhh NAVICHET: Cover the hot-stick. SPONDULE: Snkk NAVICHET: Please. (Raising the telescope to her eye) Witch-band out there. SPONDULE: (Jerking awake, frantic and drooling) Wh WHAT-- What are they-- We-- We’re days from the Bleach, aren’t we? NAVICHET: 2 marches north of it. Not very far. (She has lowered the telescope again)