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Show Lodyan nodded. "We let them loose as far away as we dared, for the marches down there are infested with outlaw knights intent on massacring my people." "A mad DragonGoose...?" asked Erica, full out of things. "'Tis passing strange," Phrapp agreed. "Well," said Dr'Igor, pulling a cigar from his tunic, "mayhap the creature deserved such a fate after. . .uh. . .harming that poor child ye two. . . u h . . .deposited in the Hold..." "Who d e s e r v e d . . . ? " asked Erica, puzzled. "Deposited?" asked Janni puzzled herself. Dr'Igor grew red in the face. "Aye!" he said. "Desposited! The child who was. . . u h . . .hurt-thou knowest?" Janni's face cleared. "But nay!" she cried. "She died not, but lived! She's Rollanda, thou seest? Rollanda!" Hoqqam, the whilst, was measuring the distance betwixt himself and the lead bird among the dancing group, now holding tight to his eye charm and muttering to himself. "Rollanda!" cried Dr'Igor, both astonished and vexed, for that meant that one of the charges against Janni must needs be dropped. "Rollanda and she are one and the same?" "Aye," said Dr'Anya defensively. "Nursed her, we did, back to health, and then sent her off to her folk in the Southern Kingdom." "And thankful we all should be for that nursing!" said Erica fervently, remembering well the fearsome Rollanda with her disintegrator. "Mayhap thankful," said Chu, temporizing, for she had not yet forgiven 362 |
