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Show XXVIII " . . . a n d beyond the Tartars are the Provinces-wild and uninhabited, save by fearsome beasts and some few loutish Commendium strays, lazy and full treacherous. Keep ye well away from this territory, on your life." from Hints to Traveling Managers,. File 3, Screen 2 Meanwhile, back in Round valley.... "The passes be plugged," I tell ye, with that thrice-bedamned herd of giant YellowBison!" "Begone with your plugs and listen to me!" "Sit ye down ye two, and let us talk this out without rancour." The three knights found seats among the scattered trunks and barrels of the baggage company and clanked into sitting positions. The first knight tore off his helmet. The second followed suit. The arbitrator was already unhelmeted. Around them, Provincial attendants were setting to work in the aftermath of their unexpected break in marching and were readying a midday meal. The sharp, pungent smells of Provincial cooking were already lying on the thin mountain air of Round Valley. Stewards were shouting commands, slowly bringing order to the chaos that reigned during the first few moments after the head lances discovered the pass into Westwick was not closed temporarily by a migrating herd of giant YellowBison as they'd thought at first, but was solidly jammed with the huge yellow-armored 267 |
