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Show "'Tis old," murmured Dr'Anya, looking at the date engraved under the Bowersox name. "'Tis full old. And, mayhap, 'tis what triggered that complaint to come out of the Governor after all these centuries and be sent, willy nilly to the Four Kingdoms this Spring past. 'Twas an outlawed weapon, even in the twenty-second century." She held it in her hands, at a loss as to what to do with it. Suppose the devilish thing should go off through some accident? But she could hardly give it back to Rollanda for fear it would wind up in the hands of her ruffian mother. And besides, 'twas indeed a gift of sorts and to return it would be unseemly. She put the weapon carefully in her longdoublet pocket, praying that the thing was not cocked. Then she waited, resigned, while Rollanda superintended the construction of a litter. 337 |
