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Show nm. ler blankly at the woman being cared for on the pallet. The two of them headed toward the door, Dr'Igor herding everyone but the MedTechs in front of hi "Out, out," he said softly. "Out..." He shot a surreptitious glance back at the girl, now on her knees, the shed empty of everyone but her and he mother and two MedTechs working on the wounded woman. Then Pym noticed his father's face. "What. . . ? " he began. Dr'Igor shook his head in warning and lay one finger over his lips for silence until they'd cleared the shed and closed the heavy door behind them. "The child i s . . . c a n be. . .dangerous," he said mysteriously, looking around at the others trailing toward the field and other cottages. "Methinks," he went on, "we should reconsider thy pairing." Pym's face opened in surprise, then puzzlement. "Especially," his father whispered, "if something. . .if the good Dr'Anya should " He swallowed and covered his eyes. "...if the good Dr'Anya should. . .die. Our lives then, would be worth naught. . ." Then Erica appeared at the end of the lane. She was hurrying toward the two, gesturing in some agitation. She began speaking as soon as she reached them. "Can we take this Provincial knight, Jothra," she said, "up to the pass to talk to those brutes in Round Valley?" Dr'Igor shook his head. "The MedTechs say the wight is very badly off, almost as bad a s . . . " He swallowed. "...almost as bad as Dr'Anya." "Kostya's devils!" the woman said in real consternation. "The lookout says the man is one of their kings, and the army cooped up in Round Valley thinks the wight dead and are full ready to storm over the YellowBison." Dr'Igor said, "Mayhap he can talk to them through the augment." 276 |
