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Show XV "To be human is to misunderstand, and to be exceeding human is to misunderstand monumentally." from Saint Ida on the Subject of Love, New Oxbridge Hardcopy Archives Dr'Anya yawned wearily in the dark of the cloistered bedroom and then stretched her arms up over her head. She and the fair Janni were surrounded by an absolute silence-the electronic presence was effectively removed and the hissing flares were gone in the atrium. "By the mass! The Governor's down, and that rightly," Janni said into the silence, herself invisible in the sudden dark. "Indeed," answered Dr'Anya. She walked into the sitting room, hands out to feel her way, and tried the door into the hall. It was still firmly locked. "Dogged from the outside," she murmured. But what else? With the Governor so uncertain and crashing every SevenDay; they would have sore need of that precaution here in the Mews. But it was a deep disappointment, that. She had so h o p e d . . .. Dr'Anya padded back into the sleeping room, slipped into the now tomb-like Necessary, and treated herself to a long, cold drink before coming out. 'Twas all that talking-marry! she had a great thirst. "The door is dogged from the outside, my child," she said in resigned tones, "and there is nothing for it but to get some rest." She was sore discouraged for all of that, and her heart felt like a hundredweight in her breast. 122 |
