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Show smooth sides. It was aswarm with people in Provincial dress and littered with supplies and the beginnings of camps, cook fires, PackJacks, and scattered flocks of red DragonGeese. Clumps of YellowBison were moving sluggishly out of the two western passes, but through the Westwick pass they were lumbering in a headlong charge, intermingled and preceded by Provincial warriors, both mounted and on foot. Nell angled up sharply, producing a terrified squeak from Brandon, and lifted the aircar over another mass of spires. Phrapp breathed in sharply. "Lookest thou!" he whispered to Brandon, and Brandon looked. "Good Saint Isaac!" said the little man. "That indeed is the biggest melee I've ever seen in my life!" "But they're not playing..." said Phrapp aloud, then louder-"They're KILLING folk down there!" He leaned toward the good Nell, all fear of heights dispelled by what he'd seen below. "Find the lady, Dr'Anya!" he shouted to Nell, not three inches away from her head. "Find the Good Doctor, your mistress!" Nell banked at that, and began circling down to the valley floor, away from the battle, toward the equipment shed beside the abandoned mine shafts. 274 |