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Show shipment-to the Cloisters with the Good Doctors? Not even do they acknowledge that the Provincials exist!" He snorted, pulled over a chair, and sat with them at their table. "We must not all turn into murderers," he said, worriedly. "But. . .neither can we sit here and be o ' e r r u n . . . . " He put his elbow on the table and his bushy red beard in his hand. "Janni and I are going up into the HighTartars..-" began Dr'Anya. Simon looked up, alert. He leaned toward them. "A rumor there be," he whispered, "of a coup-I wot not the kind-planned by some NewOxbridge folk, Doctors and others, an attempt to capture the Governor and take over the thrice bedamned Network. Be it. . .true?" Dr'Anya looked at a loss. "I know but too little or I would fain tell thee. . .excepting . . .we. . . " She indicated Janni and herself. "...are fleeing BESPA. We make our way now to the FarthestPost to find Doctor Igor Grant-Sheblem who is in the HighTartars leading. . .well. . .he indeed mentioned a. . .Revolution. " "That be it in good measure!" Simon said, slapping the table. '"Twas true indeed! " "But, my Mother, he mentioned as well some trouble brewing with the Provincials, did he not?" Janni put in. "That he and his followers must needs do something...?" "Aye," said Dr'Anya. "The Four Kingdoms-thou seest?-appear to be massing for some strike-together. Commit they ever foul murder in the Provinces," she said in a lowered voice. "With these two eyes saw I murder again and yet again. And the Bauercrats have routinely ignored my reports about it. They keep listing them as accidents at the tourneys because they have no category for the Provinces. By the Saints, they have naught in 151 |