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Show their heads but the clear a i r . . . -" "Aye," said Simon, glancing around. "Their disk drives do thrash most wildly in the Network." He stood up, looking around openly, puzzled. "Where went that knavish squire?" he murmured. Just then, a young man in a shortdoublet slipped like a shadow to the door and opened it. "By the Two Saints!" Simon hissed. Dr'Anya and Janni craned their necks around to see, just as the door thudded closed behind the boy. "The sneaking chit!" Simon said, as the sound of hoofs pounded off into the distance. "He was skulking hard by the booth," said Janni. "Could he have heard?" "Haste we, child!" said Dr'Anya urgently, and dug in the wallet at her belt for payment of their meal. But the good Simon waved it away and hustled them to the door. "They marked ye, I doubt not, as part of that crew in the HighTartars," he said, peering out into the late afternoon Twinlight. Janni shuddered. Dr'Anya turned and clutched the good Simon's arm. "Take care, Simon," she said, "for Isaac's sake." "Even thou take care, woman-both of ye take care," he said, and let the door close behind her. Then he took a position behind the window to watch the square and the two women who, after a slight hesitation, raced from the stoop toward their aircar. 152 |