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Show with her mother to the aircar. Dr'Anya got in the driver's side, as was ever her wont, easing the door shut behind her. "Soft!" she whispered as Janni got in the other side. "Of course soft, my Mother!" whispered Janni impatiently, and thumped the door loudly in her confusion. Dr'Anya heard the noise not at all in her haste, but passed her hand over the print sensor on the control panel with a quiet competence and levered up when the motor engaged, the purring of the aircar quieter than a JackPony's hum. She glanced at Janni who looked right well for all that she'd been through. Sensitive to the cause of her original attack, Dr'Anya said deferentially, "Will't bother thee my child to go up full high?" "Marry, and after that climb, my Mother?" Janni asked testily- "In truth, methinks not!" Taken back at the girl's tone, Dr'Anya moved her attention back to her flying. The maid, in truth, had no anxiety attack herself. She e'en was the surrogate of whoever was affrighted, as 'twere, accepting his fear a full ten times stronger- Marry, but still she has all good reason to be touchy, she has all good reason to be snappish. . . mayhap. Dr'Anya turned her head away and scanned the streets below her. And of a surety, Janni'd never spoken to her good mother in that tone of voice before. The woman's eyes stung and she blinked. "Whither go we, my mother?" Janni asked abruptly. "Well, and. . .and. . .Dr'Igor said to hie ourselves where he b e . . ." "Will the good Pymlyn be with him, pray, my mother?" "Aye. . .aye. . .he well might." Dr'Anya turned and looked at her 131 |
