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Show [I "Sooner or later, my dears, the worst is bound to happen." from The Ancient Words of Saint Isaac A paroxysm of squawking erupted from twelve green DragonGeese throats and Dr'Anya Gundarholt-Needlesmith straightened herself up from the foxflowers she was weeding and eyed the birds. The clatter and rumble of Jed Horsely's .milk wagon on the LowerPv.oad always infuriated the DragonGeese, and clocks could well be set by the daily racket. Nevertheless, Dr'Anya loved the raucous things. There they were-waddling with great fury along the brow of the hill toward the herb drying shed, hissing and screaming downward at both the four bulky, plodding EarthOxen and the heavy wagon trundling along behind them. The birds' long, swaying necks were stretched to the limit, leathery wings spread out to the full, sinuous tails lashing, orange beaks snapping. Ida's devils, what an uproar! She yelled at them perfunctorily, "Enough dolts, begone with that noise!" Then she looked up at the big reddish suns, Zeta-X2-or The Twins, as BauerWorlders called them-shading her. eyes against the rosy glare with one hand. She nodded her head. The Twins were hanging high in the sky and moving toward the meridian. Soon her fair daughter, Janni, her pearl of the HighTartars, would be docking at the shuttle court in NewOxbridge and then be skimming with all haste above that same LowerRoad in a rented 14 |
