“
Zeddicus Zu’l Zorander, humbly at your whim, my dear lady.” He leaned forward. “What’s wrong with your leg?” “Nothing. It be perfectly fine.” “No, no,” he said with a frown, pointing. “Not that one, the other.” Adie looked down at the missing foot, then back up to Zedd. “It does not go all the way to the ground. What be the matter with your eyes?” “Well, I hope you learned your lesson; you only have one foot left, you know.” Zedd’s frown melted back to a grin. “And the problem with my eyes,” he said in his thin voice, “is that they have been famished, but now they are feasting.” Adie smiled a little smile. “Would you like a bowl of soup, wizard?” “I thought you would never ask, sorceress.
”
”