Thousand: Seven Hundred Twenty-One

steps into the hall. “A two-for-one deal?” “I suppose,” the dragon says, “in that what you get for nothing is one for all, if by one we mean none at all.” “Is that what we mean?” The angel is hovering over the inanimate leprechaun, touching it very precisely at points either therapeutic or diagnostic. “Is it dead?” asks the girl. “It might be,” the dragon replies, both of them watching the angel’s investigations, neither wishing to offer to help. “It’s hard to tell with leprechauns. In some places they get to be a regular infestation. In other places they’re practically