OCR Text |
Show we've lost the villain for now," she said, then thought a bit. "But when we get into the Tartars. . . ." "What want they with us?" asked Janni plaintively, massaging her buttocks and grimacing with pain. Dr'Anya shoved the controls into tracking and peered into the imager. "I wot not, save what we've heard here and from what Dr'Igor told me concerning the folk he has in the Tartars: that the Commendiums are in danger of invasion by the Four Kingdoms in the Provinces." "And thinkest thou that they've heard about this . . . this . . . Revolution in the Tartars by renegade Commendium folk?" "Aye. Mayhap they bethought themselves of marching into the Commendiums unchallenged save by the tiny posse comitatus-and well they might have done-then discovered they these folk in the Tartars under Dr'Igor and asked of themselves, 'Aye, and where sits the wind t h e r e . . . . ? '" "So that villain and his squire thought we could take them into Dr"Igor's camp? As his prisoners, forsooth?" "Aye, indeed. And I think not that they will quit the battle full easy, now they know the way into the renegade camp is by way of the FarthestPost." Dr'Anya devoted her attention to the tracker and Janni squirmed on her seat to find a comfortable position. "My Mother.. .?" "Aye, child?" "Gramercy. . ." Dr'Anya turned to look at her, surprised. "Wherefore gramercy, my 157 |