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Show NewOxbridge. Phrapp had decided, secretly, to draw a number himself out of Needlesmith Commendium's hat-they'd decided to designate actual hats to hold the numbers in one of their lighter moments-and so had Janni, neither of them confessing such determination to the other. They both looked up, startled, when Rollanda stalked through the open door after leaning down to miss the lintel with her head. "Thou," she said, peering into the room and spying Phrapp, twisted around in his seat, his one good eye opened in surprise. "The good Doctor be worried full sore about thee." Her tone was accusing. Phrapp thought to close his mouth-the Seljuk was still something to behold and his background was managerial after all, and therefore lacking in the exotic. "Dost thou hear?" Rollanda said, louder, as the litter holding Dr'Anya appeared behind her, the JackPacks replaced by four stout warriors. Then Rollanda walked up to him and he rose. Janni, the whilst, ran over to her mother, all smiles. "Thou art not ugly;" Rollanda said, peering at Phrapp. "Thou art full brave." Phrapp looked beyond the GarGantua at Dr'Anya, being helped to the floor by her daughter. "Marry.- good sir," Rollanda went on, "thou art not bad looking at all. Thine eyes especially be full fair. Thine eye, that is, that one eye." She gave him a playful shove on the shoulder which made him stagger and wince and she was immediately penitent. She caught his good arm to steady him, and he shrugged her off. "Look ye here," he said ponderously. "Care I not so much as a BauerFig in Isaac's Hell what I look like, and I have never been especially 344 |