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Show "Who, I say?" The big man slid his eyes toward her slyly and lowered an eyelid in admonition. Then, after looking keenly at him for a moment, the barmaid folded her hands under her apron and looked away- By this time Dr'Anya had reached the big warhorse and was turning him to the left. Through the dust, the group could see the beast helplessly twisting in a ever tightening circle, dropping down further and further on his haunches. When he fell in a dizzy heap, a great shout went up from the group, the newly returned boys jumping up and down in a kind of lunatic frenzy and waving their dusty caps in the air- It was the work of a moment for Dr'Anya to haul the young Janni away from the thrashing beast and its master-who was staggering around in the tall grass-and shove her into the aircar. Then she lifted her aircar into the sky and turned away toward the East. "As I told ye," said the barmaid, nodding her dusty head. "The good woman did indeed fell the villain." For the nonce," said Simon, waving at the rapidly receding aircar. "For the nonce. " Inside the aircar, Janni slid around on the seat to rest her weight on one hip. She closed her eyes and moaned. "I shall never again sit square." she muttered, "never, never." For; what with not having been on a JackPony or horse for some three TwelveMonths, and being bumped about on the pommel of that blackguard's saddle like a puppet, she was full sore on the bottom. Darkness had fallen for certain by then and Dr'Anya resorted to Thermallmage and computer tracking to find her way to the PostHouse. "Aye, 156 |
