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Show XXXVIII "Love begets love." line in a Troubador song, Schroeder Commendium "Now what?" said Janni, stretching her arms above her head. She and Phrapp had been sitting at the terminals in Round Valley for four solid hours by then, and their eyes were fair rolling around in their sockets. It hadn't been difficult for the young Janni to persuade Phrapp that she was not only sympathetic to his plan to rid BauerWorlde of the tangled memory of the Governor but eager to help him restore a foolproof governing system. "'Twas like plowing up a pasture full of nettles and thistle, what ye did, good sir," said Janni to Phrapp who was rubbing his one good eye. "And now we seed anew!" "'Twill be a long period of planting, and that rightly!" said Phrapp. For though they had some rudimentary power restored-a job of almost three hours-and BauerWorlde could now go about some of its business, they had outlined only the sketchiest of accounting systems-enough, with the help of the Census files, to get some revenue moving in a month or twain in order to pay BauerWorlde citizens for their time and wares. "Now." said Phrapp, in answer to Janni's question, "we must restore some kind of government." "And what is thy plan in that regard?" asked Janni. Phrapp continued to rub his eye. "I have no plan in that regard," he 338 |