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Page 44 Nora He knew, deep within his cunning mind (that Foxes were rumoured to have), that somewhere, hidden within all that legalese in a dead language, there was an out, a catch, a finagle, a wiggle of some sort. "Ahhhaaa," he whispered as he leaned forward to inspect the print more closely. "I spy with my little eye . . . " He grinned. This is it, he thought. The flaw in an otherwise perfect suit of armour. Jumping up, he grabbed a Remun-English dictionary and looked up a word. It's just as I've always thought - it's the wrong conjugation. He checked his dictionary some more. In fact, it's not any of the conjugations. He looked at the reference one last time. In fact, it's an entirely different word. He looked up the different word and found the appropriate conjugation. But, that would mean . . . His visage briefly clouded. This very important conclusion was too significant to trust to a twentieth-generation transliteration owned by a mayor of a very small town, who'd bought the least expensive version as a law student. For this little project, he needed a better source. He had been looking for an excuse to visit Trinova for some time anyway, and a trip to the city's enormous library for a good copy and translation of the Pedestra Charta would be more than sufficient. But he knew he would need some help. I need someone who knows more about philosophy and other dangerous ideas, he told himself. Someone who's a bit of a rebel but would avoid doing anything stupid. But whom? His train of thought was interrupted by the sound of footsteps ascending the cellar stairs. An Erinac wearing overalls with a logo appeared, making notes on a clipboard. "Sorry, gov," the Hedgehog apologised. "You don't mind that I let meself in to do the inventory?" |
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