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Show BauerWorlde's huge workhorses before operating upon some disorder, and was never meant for a wight some fraction of the huge beasts' weight. "I will revenge me of the BauerNetwork!" the distraught and grieving D'Raphael Rice-Needlesmith had cried when he learned of its guilt in his dear partner's death. "I will destroy the Network utterly!" And he then became the center of a group dedicated to the overthrow of that tangled mass of confusion, though Dr'Anya knew little about it and felt little faith in its avowed purpose, except as an outlet for her father's grief. But the Hold- ah, the Hold was fast disappearing as payment for her father's predilection. "Aye, my father," said the young Anya, attempting to calm the man before her. "Said I only that we must live on something, we must save some of the Hold, just a little fair s i r . . . " For Dr'Anya had come home from her studies at Terra University on Earth and found nearly every hectare of the Hold gone to pay for the mysterious Mechanism and its attendant costs. The old man stamped over to the large, rosestone fireplace and leaned his cane against a chair. "We shall, my child, we shall live, and more to the point, we shall continue to work on the Mechanism, but marry. I like not the avenue that I must take to assure it, and that rightly." He put an arm against the mantel and leaned his whitened head against it. Then he spoke again. "Thou must pair my c h i l d . . ." The young Anya blenched. "I know't well, my father," for she loved not at all the thought of leaving her father and Needlesmith Hold for the large and bustling Hold of the Grant-Sheblems, no matter that she felt a great affection, even worship, for the handsome young Igor whom she'd known for all her life. 100 |
