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Show Phrapp looked up. "Aye, 'tis so," he said with some surprise. "At least, there be no Bauercrats with aught to do in the four corners of BauerWorlde." "We will find something for them to do-mayhap in the new government." "Aye," said Phrapp frankly. "Thy good daughter, Janni, and I have taken some steps in that direction." "Indeed?" said Dr'Anya, amused. "Thou hast found her useful?" "Useful!" said Phrapp fervently. "She proved to be a veritable demon at the terminal, that one!" "So...there will be a bright future for BauerWorlde, then." "Aye, and for the Governor, too." "And for ourselves?" Dr'Anya looked at him from under her eyebrows and noticed his face flushing to the roots of his untidy hair. "We be still young. Though..." Here she flexed her stiffened fingers. "...I be a poor catch at this age." "Here, here," said Phrapp, outraged. "How sayest thou such a thing of thyself?" Dr'Anya sighed. "The arthritis-thou knowest how it afflicts the Needlesmiths full sore?-abideth it with me in full measure now, though I'd hoped it was in remission." "'Tis the wound," said Phrapp. "Thou hast been abed for many hours and hast stiffened a bit, merely." "Aye," said Dr'Anya smiling. "Mayhap " 347 |