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Show with Armand instead, the Merchants' son. And, by Heaven, young Igor went to Erica Simms-Grant by default! Though Erica was a good wight indeed, very talented at mathematics, and a veritable genius at the games, aye, and that t r u l y . . .. Dr'Igor! Dr'Anya rolled her eyes around to the side and bethought herself of Dr'Igor. He was by this time on the Council of Doctors, in faith!-the representative for Agricultural Affairs, ostensibly the Research Director of the Bureau of Agricultural Affairs (or BAA as the Yeofolk called it) and the advocate for his Commendium. And Dr'Igor had ever been shrewd. . .marry; he'd been shrewd indeed! And he'd seemed always to get his own way withal; he'd seemed always to have a quantity of control over his life that the other Doctors around him could only imagine. And, into the bargain, the man was yet handsome, witty, a cavalier among cavaliers. . .ah, dear Dr'Igor.... Dr'Anya roused herself from her reverie with a jolt and came back to the problem at hand. Enough, enough! Even back to the good he could do...mayhap he might have something clever to offer...some thoughts on how to handle this devilish thing, a way to right it somehow. And certain it was that the Council of Doctors be in session at that moment. Knew she well that fact, though she herself had retired from that useless Body decades before in favor of full time research. Mayhap she and Dr'Igor could convince BESPA to something doubt the Skill of her good Janni. Indeed, they were more than witless, the Bauercrats. Dr'Anya came of a sudden to voice that sure and solid conclusion. She made an impatient sound with her mouth. Marry, she'd known it forever and ever and took it 29 |