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Show XXXIV "BauerWorlde has no more need of programmers." from Employment Outlook for Upper School Graduates, Sixth Month, 2210 Morning found the battlefield calm, the hospital cottages jammed with wounded of both sides, and the dead buried. The equipment shed now held King Jothra who, with Dr'Anya and the still-sedated Phrapp, was being cared for by Nell, Dr'Igor's apparently worshipful assistant, Belinda, and the young Janni. Lodyan-the-Zett, after treating Phrapp-weak and near death from loss of blood-was begged by Dr'Anya to look at Jothra, too. The gallant young king was then brought in the equipment shed with the others so that Lodyan could practice her art in quiet. Then the little Zett left the three there to see what she and her fellows-soon to be known as the "MedTechs of BauerWorlde"-could do for the other wounded. Dr'Anya, J o t h r a , and the insensible Phrapp lay in a row on their pallets whilst Brandon stood by the fire, cooking a savory stew. A groan issued from the vicinity of Phrapp's pallet and all heads turned to look at him. The big man sat up a b r u p t l y , staring straight ahead with sightless right eye, the left one still swollen shut. "The blackguard tried to cut the cable!" he said clearly. Then he dropped back to his pallet and closed his eye. The folk in the room looked at each other, but nothing more was forthcoming from Phrapp who began to breathe deeply and slowly. 300 |
