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Show IX "If a MedTech's physic fit not the disease, she modifieth the disease, not the physic." -line in a song by a minstrel living in the Cornish Commendium Dr'Anya arrived at length back in the Cloisters-her feet much the worse for wear-but not in the MedBattlements nor yet in the Laboratories but, Heaven bless us, in the Mews-deep in the inner recesses of the Cloisters. This part pf the Mews had been renovated especially for the more recalcitrant of the Doctors who had tried to circumvent BauerWorlde's Constitution as it pertained to BESPA. Which thought comforted the lady not a bit. The light but penetrating sound of snoring drifted in to Dr'Anya, standing as she was, stock-still, in the middle of what looked to be a sitting room. She walked over to the open connecting door and in the darkened bedroom saw two canopied beds, one of which held Janni-thank the Saints for that!-two small carved chests placed between the shuttered windows, a wall of what looked like cupboards, and two deeply tufted chairs flanking an ornately carved table. Beyond the bedroom was a door leading into what was obviously the Necessary, its polished rosetone basin gleaming in the half light. Over the sounds of her daughter's sleeping, Dr'Anya could sense 75 |
