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. Is there any beer left there? Cissy," he said, not raising his
voice, "could we have some beer? And Jubal and I have not eaten in some time.
Hours. Days, maybe."
"Right away," Aunt Cissy's disembodied voice answered. "Dear? I think you
ought to take a nap."
"Later."
"Just as soon as you have eaten. Forty minutes."
"Quit nagging me. Could I have tomato soup? For Jubal, too."
"I'll fetch soup and more of your picnic. Forty-five minutes until your
nap; that's official. Til says so."
"Remind me to beat you."
"Yes, dear. But not today; you're exhausted."
"Very well." Uncle Jock turned to me. "Let's see, what'U you have first?
Those rolligons? Your friend Hendrik Schultz handled that one; you can be sure
it's thorough. He has turned out to be an ichiban field investigator. You can
forget paranoia on that one, Dickie-two opponents, the Time Lords and the Scene
Changers... and both of them after you as well as each other. You have a charmed
life, son-bom to be hanged."
"What do you mean?-Time Lords and Scene Changers? And why me?"
"May not be their own names for themselves. The Lords and the Changers are
groups doing the sort of thing the Circle does... but we don't see eye to eye
with them. Dickie, you don't think that in all the universes to the Number of
the Beast or more, we of the Circle would be the only ones to catch on to the
truth and attempt to do something about it, do you?"
"I don't know anything about it, one way or another
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