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Show But she was to weak to say all that, indeed to say anything at all except to repeat the child's name again and again. "Aye, aye, my Mother," murmured Janni, brushing back the woman's hair from her forehead. "I know't well. 'Tis a fair mixup we've had, a fair lot of running around in c i r c l e s . . . ." Then Dr'Anya caught sight of Phrapp, his cloak and arm stiff with dried blood, the folds of his mournful face grey with sickness and fatigue, one of his eyes suffused with blood and swollen shut, the other bloodshot and glistening with fever. "Janni," the woman whispered, making to get up, "Janni. . .someone. . .do something. . .this man is ill!" Nell immediately leaned over and pressed her mistress down again, then looked with Janni and Lodyan at the big man who smiled at them muzzily and slowly toppled over into Brandon's arms. "Phrapp. . .Phrapp!" Brandon cried. Then he buried his head in the man's cloak and wept. 299 |
