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Show embarrasssed to be thus spoken of. "Mayhap, good Mole," she said, " thou and I should p a r l e y . . . ." "If thou pleasest!" roared Dr'Igor who could see the lay of the land immediately. By the mass! he thought astounded. The woman is betraying me! "I_ shall have something to say about..." "We should all_ parley," said Dr'Anya reasonably. "We should summon Erica and Pym and the group leaders out there and decide what to do." "And what of the Four Kingdoms?" asked Jothra. "By Isaac's God!" groaned Dr'Igor with sudden realization of a heavy responsibility. "Indeed, we have conquered ye!" "Aye," smiled Jothra grimly, "and ye must now answer for our welfare." "We then must needs invite the Seljuk, Zud, and that regent, Elsen," added Dr'Anya. "They should have some s a y . . . ." "Conquered folk?" asked Jothra, astonished. Indeed, these Commendium knights have strange ideas of warfare. "Why not?" asked Dr'Igor in disgust. "And why not ask the Zetts, too, and the JumbleDogs and the red DragonGeese...." He reached into his tunic, pulled out a cigar and matches, and began ostentatiously to light up. But Phrapp had been frowning in concentration for some time, thinking about more mundane things. "First," he said with deliberation, "we must needs get the power back on." He had hidden that program away in the System along with the BauerWorlde Census files before wiping the memory clean. He looked up at the faces turned of a sudden toward him. "'Twill soon be twenty-four hours off, the power," he explained. "The Governor has ne'er been down for more than eight. There will be cows bawling at the 320 |
