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Show and, at length, fell asleep herself. Sometime later, Dr'Anya began dreaming. She dream't that she was lying in her own bed at Needlesmith Hall. Outside, she could hear the DragonGeese muttering. By Saint Ida, the DragonGeese muttering? In her dream, she was full puzzled. How heard she the DragonGeese muttering from inside her sleeping room? Ah, but she'd been awakened by the unprincipled Armand. He'd shouted from the steps of the granary, and across the herb garden walks and through the vaulted archways covering the morning terrace his voice had come drifting in to her-"H_£ woman! Ho witch! "-demanding with a great clamor that she come out. He had been quite drunk, pardee. Dr'Anya turned uneasily in her sleep. By the body of Saint Francis! Now she understood-she was not in her sleeping room at the Hall but rather standing on the other side of the granary, hard by the cold frames, having left her bed at length to shut the blackguard up. Her throat was constricted with anger, her mouth was dry as dust. She could hear the muttering of the DragonGeese in their nests behind the cold frames-they were the reds, the big reds. She could see Armand's uplifted arm holding the pitchfork, she could see his livid, outraged face threatening the birds, she could see Hoqqam's s i s t e r . .. Dr'Anya cried out, and then spluttered. By the Saints! She was sitting up in b e d . . . ! Beside her, Nell was clucking and holding a glass of cold water to her lips. The android's eyes were lighting the room with their soft, blue glow. In her side vision, Dr'Anya could see Janni raise up suddenly in her own bed across from her. Nell was standing betwixt them. "My Mother, Nell's here!" Janni whispered in great excitement. 124 |
