Chapter 64
Jock
Jock, for the third time, felt the dislocation of the magic saddle. He arrived at the Glass Mountain in time to hear Ariel's scream. He couldn't see a thing because of the shadows in the room.
"Ginger!" he bellowed.
"I am insulted," replied a high-pitched voice out of the darkness. "That you could mistake me for that pompous windbag! I shall turn you into something especially nasty for that impertinence." As soon as Jock heard the voice he had started moving cautiously in that direction. He got his hands on soft skin and was rewarded by a slight gasp from Ariel. Putting his finger on her lips he began sliding away from the fairy. Suddenly the shadows disappeared, and Jock was looking at a fairy that was at least half again as tall, and as broad as Jock himself.
"You," he said to the fairy, "have an awfully prissy voice for such a big galoot."