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Show way we can defeat these folk and that be to allow them in a bit at a time and wear them down." Marry, she thought, the situations Dr'Igor gets us into! Dr'Igor broke in. "We will allow them in," he said, "in lots of... say...three hundred! That ought to make a nice melee!" He looked at his partner whose mouth had dropped open. "Three Hundred!" Erica said hoarsely. "My dear man!" She pressed her lips together. "Dr'Igor, incline thyself, also, to thine own specialty..." (Scheming, she thought.) "...and leave strategy to me. We'll let them in one hundred at a time, for we talk here of bruisers well over twenty stone in weight, plated all over with steel." She stood looking at Dr'Igor, eye to eye, outweighing him by a couple of stone, and dressed cap-a- pie in steel armor, decorated with chased gold. At length he nodded his head in agreement. His son nodded, too, for he was of a naturally easy disposition and inclined to be led by others. "Aye, one hundred would be work enough indeed," Erica repeated. "Horsemen first for a good joust in the yard h e r e . . - " She waved her arm around to indicate a huge field stretching across the valley. "Then," she said, "one hundred foot soldiers for fencing and some fun with the broadsword." She smiled. The people on BauerWorlde were experts at the humiliating tap on the buttocks with the broadsword and always found a way to challenge visiting duelling buffs in order to score such a hilarious point on them. BauerWorlde people on the other hand could rarely be touched. Erica put her hands on her hips and squinted hopefully across the field at a group of approximately five hundred horsemen practicing their paces, 256 |