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Show "The wight's raving," said Jothra, propped up on his pillows. "Aye," said Brandon sadly, and went back to stirring the pot. Belinda went over to Phrapp and laid a hand on his forehead. "Cool he is, however," she said, "and slumbering deeply." "He's dreaming," said Dr'Anya, pulling herself up higher on her pillows. "Mayhap of the villain who did that to him." Jothra sighed. "Aye, and a pity it is to have hurt so many folk, killed and wounded, and all for naught it seems." Janni, who was punching up her lady mother's pillows, tossed her head. "Then why did ye all come sallying out to do us battle, pray?" she asked of the young king. Jothra sighed again. "'Tis possible we were foolish in the north, but the Seljuk and the clown Zud had Elsen and me convinced that the Commendium folk were out to invade us." Mouths dropped open throughout the shed. "Invade you?" cried Janni. "Beware, beware," mumbled Phrapp in his sleep. "Aye," said Jothra waving a quieting hand at the girl. "And some basis in fact there was indeed, the Network folk being of such sluggish minds. Like mules they be, I swear to the two hundred Saints!" Dr'Anya leaned toward him, propping herself up with the arm on her good side. "Tell us about it, good sir." Jothra closed his eyes. "'Tis a wearisome story, my lady Dr'Anya, and something convoluted. . ." "Find the lady Dr'Anya," mumbled Phrapp fretfully. "Find the Good Doctor, your mistress." "Phrapp?" Brandon, still stirring, looked at his friend anxiously. 301 |