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Show "Lodyan-the-Zett," added Janni. That one was exceeding better! The BauerNetwork had files upon files on Lodyan-the-Zett who insisted with passive but obstinate fortitude that BauerWorlde's Bauercrats were violating her folk's civil rights as intelligent beings. "We must," she hissed at her mother, "try mightily to overload the Governor-thou knowest? Thou knowest of the footnotes on these base-born transcripts?" Dr'Anya raised her eyebrows. Footnotes, eh? 'Tis no wonder the thing crashes every SevenDay! So'tis a noble idea of Janni's, she thought, and worthy to be carried through. Then she smiled at the memory of the little Zett Janni had just mentioned, the small being she had found many TwelveMonths before, half frozen in the Provinces. "Sorely do I miss Lodyan," she said aloud. "I devote a section entire in my History to Lodyan and her struggle for equality on BauerWorlde betwixt the Zetts and the Earthski descendents." Janni closed her eyes. Now she knew why her good mother's projected History was on the list, withal. Then struck of a sudden with an interesting thought she looked keenly at her mother. "Used thou ever, my mother, Lodyan's pretty stone to call her?" For it could, mayhap, help to release them. Dr'Anya touched the white and pink marbled pendant hanging down beneath her undershift-the little DreamingStone. "I've had naught occasion to try it since she gavest it to me, truly-" Then she shook her head. "Methinks 'tis a talisman, only. A link betwixt the little one and me..." "But, thinkest thou on that for a space, my mother. Here we be in this golden cage, as t'were. Mayhap a call to the small Lodyan...." 86 |
