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Show riding up the road in full regalia, followed by the hapless Elsen who looked to be a stone or two lighter. "Ho!" shouted Lusela, riding up to Jothra. "We have news." She gestured to a swarthy Eastern warrior riding behind her with a scar from right temple to chin and who held a small box under his arm. Jothra glowered at the company and asked grudgingly, "And what news might that be, pray?" Lusela took the box from the Easterner and handed it down to Jothra. All dismounted and gathered around the young king while he opened it. He spat disgustedly. "A fine answer, Y'r Grace," he said to Lusela, shaking the thing under her nose. "'Tis but a BubbleMemory of the History, sent in apology, since they were not apprised of the fact that we could not read here in the Provinces. He recited the legend on the top. "'Can be used on any TNP holovision, models 64HTP, ARCO-007, FreeView900, and Holo-250.'" He handed it back to Lusela and made to go on into his castle. "Wait ye," growled Zud, snapping his teeth. "Is this not insult from the base cowards in the Commendium Network?" He grabbed the handle of his sword and stamped one greaved foot. "Insult? " cried Jothra, amazed. '"Tis stupidity on our part to have ever attempted communication." Elsen laughed, but Lusela held up her hand for quiet. "'Tis well to dismiss this errant stupidity, but natheless be we in sore need of help." Jothra waved a hand at her. "We can live through the winter on our crops." "Aye!" answered Lusela angrily, "but the Seljuks could starve," knowing full well that her fields looked better than Jothra's. "And think 309 |
