Chapter 61The flight from Rome to Moscow was pure paradise for Arthur...and pure hell for Hercules. It was the first time either of them had flown in a plane, but their reactions couldn't have been more different. Love it or hate it, they had one thing in common: neither one would shut up about it.
"I still can't believe it." Arthur leaned across Hercules to gaze out the window, eyes protected from the bright daylight by sunglasses. "Thousands of feet in the air! Held aloft by nothing but the air itself!"
Hercules, also shielded by sunglasses, grumbled and swatted him away. "Don't keep reminding me."
"But it's a miracle!" said Arthur. "To see the world as the Lord God Himself, looking down from above. Skimming the currents of Heaven. A glorious miracle."
"Tell that to my frie
