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Show barbaric." "Dr'Igor," Dr'Anya said, "should one of those wights slip, 'twould be indeed murder." Dr'Igor slapped the table with the flat of his hand. "But what wilt thou?" he said, exasperated. "The brutes will burst through the passes like the Golden Horde and-without opposition-slaughter every wight in the Commendiums like so many Earth Angus. Moreover, the BauerNetwork entire would be sliced to pieces before the wights in it could but key in a requisition for help! " "But could we e'en use stunners-an arsenal of them?" "Dear Child," said Dr'Igor with a trace of condescension, "thought we of stunners on the instant, but we have scarce enough of them on BauerWorlde for biological research, and the Accords of 2010 forbid most adamantly their manufacture in large quantity-" Then he added, in deference to her education, "As thou knowest full well, I am sure." After all, she is herself a Doctor elect. He fingered the wrapping on a cigar lying upon the table. "We are indeed equipped in BauerWorlde with the tranquilizing system for aberrants against life, b u t . . . " Dr'Igor lifted his shoulders. "To give the Bauercrats their due, good Dr'Igor," said Dr'Anya, "the Commendiums have had no large-scale aberrant population." "The Bauercrats are blind, my dear Anya, criminally blind to a full enormous deviant population we've had for generations." Dr'Igor again struck the table. "Breeding like rabbits they've been, yonder on the eastern side of the Tartars!" His handsome face turned very red. "Aye," said Dr'Anya mildly, "tenth generation Provincials they be, 208 |