Forrester sighed happily to himself. _That_, he thought, _ought to take care of Alvin for a while_. "Lord Dionysus," Kathy asked in that same innocent tone, "what are you pointing at out there?" The girl was decidedly irritating, Forrester thought. "Pointing?" he said. "Ah, yes." He thought fast. "My target-tosser. I fear that his religious fervor has led to his being overcome." The girls all turned round to look but, of course, Forrester thought, they could see nothing at all in the darkness. "My goodness," Bette said. "But if he's unconscious," Kathy put in, "why were you pointing at him?" Forrester told himself that the next time the Sabbatical Bacchanal was held, he would see to it that an intelligence test was given to every candidate for Dionysian Escort, and anyone who scored as high on it as Kathy would be automatically disqualified. He had to think of some excuse for looking at the man. And then he had it--the game he had planned. It was really quite a nice little idea. "I hate to see the poor mortal miss out on the rest of the evening," Forrester said, "even if he is asleep now. And I think we may have a use for him." He gestured gently with one hand. Gerda and Alvin Sherdlap didn't even notice what was happening. They were much too busy arguing, Alvin claiming that somebody had slapped him on the nose--"and pretty hard, too, let me tell you!"--and Gerda swearing she hadn't done it. The fact that Ed Symes's snores were fading quietly into the distance dawned on neither of them. But Ed was in flight. He rose five feet above the ground, still unconscious and snoring, and sped unerringly across the air, like a large, fat arrow shot from a bow, in the direction of Forrester and the circle of girls. He appeared overhead suddenly, and Forrester controlled him so that he drifted downward as delicately as an overweight snowflake, eddying in the slight breeze while the girls gaped at him. Forrester allowed the body to drop the last six inches out of control, so that Ed Symes landed with a heavy thump in the center of the circle. But no harm was done. Ed was very far gone indeed; he merely snored on. "There," Forrester said. Millicent blinked. "Where?" she said. "Him?" "Certainly," Forrester said in a pleased tone. "He's a good deal too noisy, though, don't you think?" "He snores a lot," Judy offered in a tentative voice, "if that's what you mean, Lord Dionysus." "Exactly. And I don't see any reason to put up with it. Instead, well just put him in stasis for a little while, and that'll keep him quiet." Again he waved one hand, almost carelessly. Ed Symes's snores vanished immediately, leaving the world a cleaner, purer, quieter place to live in, and his body became as rigid as if he were a statue. "There," Forrester said again with satisfaction. "Now what?" Kathy asked. "Now we straighten him out."