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Chapter twelve“I must make a list,” quoth Mevancy nal Chardaz. She spoke with a fine confident ring of authority. We sat in the upstairs room of Lulli Quincy’s lodging house. The remains of the first breakfast lay upon the table, the radiance of the suns slanted in the square windows, and Mevancy was all business. Shades of G&S! I said to myself. I’ve gotta liddle list! “This is serious, cabbage. I’ve not forgiven you yet for—” There must have been a curve to my lips, thinking of G&S and their liddle list, that she mistook for a smile. “I agree it’s serious,” I said, and I tried to make my tones portentous. “Can you remember all of them?” “Of course, fambly.” “If you recall, I was lying flat on my back, rigid.” “Oh, I remember dragging you out all right.” I started to say what I’d d