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Show XXXVI "Fine words do not feed warriors." from Sayings of the Simple Sage, Northern Kingdom Archives By high noon, a table had been placed under the trees at the south end of the valley near the cottages, and assembled around it were the wounded propped comfortably in cushioned chairs-Dr'Anya, Phrapp, and Jothra. Sitting also t h e r e were Dr'Igor, Pym, and Erica, the ambitious assistant, Belinda, a handful of group leaders from the Commendium troops, and their graces, Zud, Lusela, and Elsen. "We are gathered h e r e . . . . " began Dr'Igor importantly. "The Seljuk Kingdom be full ready to make a statement," interrupted Lusela. She had risen from her place, drawn to her full and impressive height, the breast plate of her armor jutting out a good ten inches in » front of h e r . Her face was still red and revealed a puzzling wash of grim expectation. "Thou hast no leave to make a statement," said Belinda in exasperation, "please stand ye down." "Thou art conquered folk, rememberest thou," put in Erica severely. "Aye, fool," said Dr'Igor. "Everything has changed, for the Governor's memory is gone." "Memory?" ground out Zud. "Memory?" "What!" cried Lusela, and t u r n e d to look with horror at Zud. "All is 322 |