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. I fell on top of him.
And was picked up and carried into the Raffles at a trot, with my head down
and dragging my cane after me.
The next few seconds I had to sort out later, perhaps imperfectly. I did
not see Gretchen standing at the registration desk, but she was there, having
just arrived. I heard Hazel snap, "Gretchen! Room L, straight back on the
right!" as she dumped me on Gretchen. On Luna I weigh thirteen kilos, give or
take a few grams-not much load for a country girl used to hard work. But I'm
much bigger than Gretchen and twice as big as Hazel-a big unwieldy bundle. I
squawked to be put down; Gretchen paid no attention. That silly desk clerk was
yelping but no one was paying attention to him, either.
Our door opened as Gretchen reached it and I heard another familiar voice
sing out, "Bojemoi! He's hurt." Then I was face up on my own bed and Xia was
working on me.
"I'm not hurt," I told her. "Just shaken up."
"Yeah, sure. Hold still while I get your trousers off. Does one of you
gentlemen have a knife?"
I was about to tell her not to cut my new trousers, when I heard a shot. It
was my bride, crouching inside the open doorway and peering cautiously out to
the left, her head close to the floor. She fired again, scooted back inside,
closed and locked the door.
She glanced around and snapped, "Move Richard into the 'fresher
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