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- Index
- Forgotten Realms Anthologies 03 Realms of Magic
- Bain, Darrell & Berry, Jeanine Gates 03 World of the Sex Gates
- Cooper McKenzie [Menage Amour 161 Club Esotera 03] Minding Mistress (pdf)
- Dena Garson [Emerald Isle Fantasies 03] Ghostly Persuasion [EC Twilight] (pdf)
- Alan Dean Foster The Damned 03 The Spoils of War (v1.0) (Undead)
- Harry Turtledove War Between the Provinces 03 Advance and Retreat
- 791. Weston Sophie Weselne dzwony 03 Zakochany książę
- Krentz Jayne Ann Eclipse Bay 03 Koniec lata
- Greene Jennifer Zapach lawendy 03 Szalenstwo chwili
- Foster, Alan Dean Krull
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Downs Shooting Club, and he took me with him once when I was still rather
young. Took pity on me, I suppose-young girl in a wheelchair and all that. I
watched them shoot some clay pigeons, but it looked rather silly. They had a
rifle range there, though, and Reggie wanted to show off how good a shot he
was to his unbelieving niece. He was quite good, I might say, and just for a
lark he let me try it from the chair. It proved quite a good platform for
small-bore. He'd take me back now and then because I liked it so much.
Finally stopped, though, when I began outshooting him." She sighed. "He's
long dead now, but these are stronger arms, better eyes, and a much better
platform."
"I wish I could hold something that would shoot," Julian commented, still
looking. "My own abilities seem to be purely defensive and useful only close
in." She finally looked away, and after a moment Anne Marie lowered the rifle.
"You are sure you saw someone up there?" Anne Marie asked her. "I'm sure. But
who knows? It might be one of the elusive natives for all I can tell about
them."
"Stay here, all of you," Gus said. "I'm going to go look for myself." Terry
started to follow, but he cut her short. "No! They can't see me, but they can
see you now."
Tony came back over, noticing the rifle. "What happened?"
"Julian thinks someone is up there. Gus has gone to check," Anne Marie told
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her. "In the meantime, I thought we'd be ready just in case,"
"Interesting," Tony said, thinking and looking at the bluff. "The
Cloptans-almost certainly Campos with what might well be Mavra and possibly
Lori as well-arrived just before dark last night. They went off in that
direction, toward the northwest, leaving much of their baggage behind one of
the train sheds, and weren't seen or heard of again. The colonel and five
Cloptans came in this morning, fully armed and with horses and pack mules,
left that one back here, and set off after the first group. They, too,
haven't returned." Julian shook her head slowly from side to side and said, "I
wish Gus was back from his scouting. I seem to remember him saying Campos was
from a pretty wild area, maybe the jungle, back on Earth."
"So?"
"Nobody with any survival experience would go into an unknown wilderness at
nightfall. No roads, no trails to speak of. It doesn't make any sense. And why
northwest? Why back yourself up against the equator, which I am told is a
solid wall like the Zone wall in Erdom? I kept trying to think what I would
do in their place." She clicked her two hoofed hands together. "That's it!"
They never went anywhere! I'll bet you they're right up there in a solid
defensive position!"
"We should know when Gus comes back," Tony said optimistically. "Until then I
suggest we move a bit more toward some protection from that bluff just in case
there's a rifle as capable as the one Anne Marie has up there." "I agree, but
I wouldn't worry too much. After all, they can't see Gus, you know," Anne
Marie reminded her.
"I wouldn't get overconfident," Julian warned. "That is Gus's one big
weakness. I do not think that this Campos is any pushover. If she saw Gus in
action ..." Mavra had been trying to figure out a way to communicate with
Lori. She walked over to the black unicorn pony and looked at the ground.
There was a fair amount of mud there, and slowly she began to smooth it over
with her broad bird's feet. Lori, on a short rope tied to a stake, was
nonetheless able to come over to the area and watch.
Language ... What language? Greek had worked before. Try it.
The feet weren't adequate for writing, so she leaned over and began writing in
the mud with her sharp, slightly curved bill.
MAVRA.
Lori understood what she was trying to do but couldn't make out what it was.
Once he had known these things, once he'd read many languages, but it was so
hard, so hard to remember ... He shook his head no.
Mavra was elated that she'd gotten any reaction at all but disturbed at his
inability to read what she thought looked fairly clear. She wished she had
been able to learn this English tongue the others knew or at least the
alphabet it used. English ... England ... England was a part of Britannia,
right? The Portuguese had hated the English and spoke as if they were not
distant in their native lands. So England. Britannia ... Conquered by Rome,
as had been most of Europe and north Africa. Latin? If something was wrong
with learning Greek, he might not remember Latin, either. But what if the
alphabets were the same thanks to the Roman conquest? It was worth a try.
M-A-V-R-A.
Lori twisted, took a look at the letters, and tried to remember, tried to
bring something back. A,B,C,D,E,F,G ... The old rhyme came from somewhere,
and out of the depths of his brain he saw MARVA there.
A nod of the horse's head.
Mavra felt better. Something was better than nothing. But how was Lori
spelled? Did it matter?
LOWREY?
Lori thought he was losing it but got hold of himself and read it again.
Lowrey? Lori! Enthusiastic nod. He'd grade for spelling later.
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