Atty groaned and rolled her eyes. “Oh, good heavens, I married a comedian! For your information, it’s still tied to my saddle, beneath that cape on my horse!” she exclaimed. However, the last part of her explanation was lost in the sound of her husband’s laughter, and she turned to see Mastin and MaGrath standing directly behind her, vainly trying to keep from joining him. On the other side of the platform, Fortune and Bertrand began to snicker. Even the Council was having a difficult time holding back. Before long, the entire crowd was beset with fits of laughter.
Too late. Atty threw up her hands, admitting defeat, as a slow blush covered her from neckline to cheeks. “All right! One more time make the blue-haired girl the brunt of the joke!” She whirled around to make at least
