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Show eyebrows up. "Just yesternight did I list to three Merchants in deep converse about the beasts at the BelhamClose alehouse. Swore they solemnly by the great Saints' DivingBell that never would they set foot in the Provinces again, for one of them did carry off a PackJack clutched in its claws at the very apex of KyotoPass, . breathing fire the whilst!" The four people sat at the table, speechless, and considered dragons. Then the android appeared again. "Your Graces!" he said respectfully. "A message most urgent!" He held out another memo on a salver. Manager Jensen took it. "See him at luncheon this day?" she said, astonished. By Saint Ida's flippers, she thought, these A&C people should all b e . .. Andrus brushed the veil out of her face and waved a hand at the android. "Go to, my good knave. Friday must needs be soon enough," she said. The android made a brief bow and booted it respectfully away. Ivan winked at the Earthski. "Mayhap VM Brandon be having trouble most sore with dwarf YellowBison waste," he said and grinned disarmingly, his magnificently white teeth fair lighting up the table. The two women laughed aloud. "Ah, good Ivan," Jensen said. "Thou wilt be the very ruin of us all! " 74 |