All heads at court turned as two striking women appeared behind Miggs. One was white with blonde hair, in a glorious raiment of gold and blue and carrying a sword that gave off a light so bright that no one could look at it. The other was black, in white raiment and carrying a bow and quiver of arrows. Both had an unearthly beauty that aroused not so much desire as awe.
"This isn't your world! This doesn't have anything to do with you!" shouted Dana.
"It isn't your world either." retorted Greta, icily. "Although considering what Astara has made of your world I can hardly blame you for not spending much time there. Now go, and leave this impostor to face the penalty of his crime."
At that point, Jeffrey would have given everything he had ever possessed to be a donkey on Pleasure Island again.