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Show A minstrel dressed in motely had begun playing a long, convoluted pipe, enticing a small flock of reds to dance in a strange, waddling circle. Commendium folk gathered around to watch, fascinated by a sight which was both comical and ominous. Dr'Igor walked over to Dr'Anya. "How be'est thou now?" he asked deferentially, intent on mending broken fences. "Where's Phrapp?" she asked abruptly. "Phrapp?" Dr'Igor looked at her stupidly. Who, pray, was Phrapp? "The Mole," she said with asperity. "Phrapp is the Brown Mole!" "Oh, Phrapp is the Brown Mole," he said, nodding his head. Then he frowned. "But who be this man, Phrapp?" "I don't care who he i s , " cried Dr'Anya. "I wish to know where he is!" "So do I," said Belinda. Janni looked at the woman narrowly. "I'll find him," she said quickly. "Stay ye all here," she said. Then she ran lightly off toward the lane to the cottages. In a few minutes, Dr'Anya saw a form out of the corner of her eye, mounted and flying toward the pass into Round Valley- Aye, she thought, the child hies herself e'en now to the computer. 'Tis where Phrapp, the Brown Mole, has gone, doubltess! And Janni, she thought with surprise and pleasure, Janni can program, too! Dr'Igor, Erica, and Pym wandered off to watch the dancing reds while Nell clucked and blinked behind Dr'Anya who was drumming her fingers on the arm of the chair she was sitting in, plainly impatient at being out of 333 |
