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Show XXXV "The ability of power to corrupt is only exceeded by the ease with which it can slip t h r o u g h a wight's f i n g e r s ." from Memoirs of Dr'Igor Grant-Sheblem But no one paid any attention to Phrapp, for their eyes were .riveted on Dr'Igor. The rebel leader sat like a man who'd received a mortal blow, his handsome face collapsed in abject misery. Belinda looked at him in consternation, her own plans thwarted absolutely. For the woman had watched Grant-Sheblem carefully after stumbling upon this revolution some five TwelveMonths before. She'd ingratiated herself into his service, planning-at the end, when access to the Governor was assured-to take over the Network in his place. Let a wight like Grant-Sheblem head the BauerNetwork with naught but his BAA experience behind him and dreams of Empire crowding the sense clean out of his brain? Marry, but that were foolishness, indeed! Whereas, she-Belinda-had innumerable TwelveMonths of administration behind h e r . . . "Thou art sure the memory is no more?" she asked. "Go to the o t h e r s , " Dr'Igor said mournfully. "The staff was there entire when I discovered i t ." A few minutes l a t e r , a somber Belinda came back into the equipment shed. Dr'Igor remained slumped on the pile of saddles, his head in his hands. Phrapp, on the other hand, was sitting up on his pallet and eating 316 |
