Page 81 NAVICHET: We’ll be fine. We’ll be-- SPONDULE: (Turning back to glare at her) Another place we can never go back to! (The bike smashes into one of the witch-banders, who stands huge and impassive as Spondule and Navichet are sent flying. Spondule’s face smashes into the ground. Navichet hits the ground helmet-first.)