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. Hazel, is that
okay? Or am I crowding in on your pidgin again?"
"It's all right, Lazarus, as it is no longer my pidgin. It's yours and that
of the other Companions."
"You're a hard woman, Sadie."
"What can you expect, Lazarus? Luna is a harsh teacher. I learned my
lessons at her knee. May I come along?"
"You're expected; you are still part of Overlord. Are you not?"
We walked about fifty meters across the lawn to where was parked the
biggest, fanciest flying saucer any UFO cultist ever claimed to have seen. I
learned that this was "Dora," meaning both the ship and the computer that ran
the ship. I learned too that the Dora was the Senior's private yacht, that it
was Hilda's flagship, and that it was a pirate ship commanded by Lorelei Lee
and/or Lapis Lazuli and crewed by Castor and Pollux, who were either their
husbands or their slaves or both.
"They're both," Hazel told me later. "And Dora is all three. Laz and Lor
won sixty-year indentures from Cas and Pol in a game of red dog shortly after
they married them. Laz and Lor are telepathic with each other, and they cheat.
My grandsons are smart as whips and as conceited as Harvard grads, and they
always try to cheat. I tried to break them of this nasty habit when they were
still too young to chase girls, by using a marked deck. Didn't work; they
spotted my readers. But their downfall arose from the fact that Laz and Lor are
smarter than they are and even more deceitful
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