Nona made an illusion picture, so large that the man could see it without difficulty. It showed the group of them.
"A man, three women, and a horse, all in little-world scale," the giant said. "This is not the way the animus passes."
Nona stepped forward, in the image. "I am the ninth of the ninth," she said. "I can bring the anima-but I need the help of the Megaplayers."
The giant considered the image. Darius, viewing it with a man"s eye, knew it was impressive^Nona was about as pretty a young woman as could be found, in form and feature. Co-lene"s advice about the supportive undergarment now caused Nona"s bosom to manifest magnificently despite the unflattering tunic. She was also nice, and Seqiro was sending the impression of that niceness to the giant. Even though there was such a d
