From: corleyj@helium.gas.uug.arizona.edu (Jason D Corley )
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [Pitzar] Voices of the Visitors
Date: 19 Oct 1993 03:40:58 GMT
Message-ID: <29vnka$qp6@organpipe.uug.arizona.edu>
References: <29vngi$qp3@organpipe.uug.arizona.edu>

[ADMIN: This is the second part of Jake's recovery.  At the beginning
	of this post, he is catatonic.]

An old voice, gravelly, words rolled into thick logs.

OLD MAN HEARTWELL: We had to trim it down, of course.  Not everything
	  	   you wrote made it in, but the series was good overall.
		   A few people said you were as good as Ziegler.  Look,
		   Jake, I told a priestess of Aditi to come down and look
	 	   at your hand.  She'll be here soon.
		   Jake?
		   Jake, listen, I know.
		   No, never mind.
		   Don't be late tomorrow.

A young voice, clear and wise.

AITRENI:   Jake? 
	   Mr. Heartwell said I might find you in here.  May I see your
	   hand?
	   Thank you.  Now, this may sting a bit, but I've got to take
	   off this cloth, all right?
	   Here goes.  Mmmm-hmmmm.  There.
	   Oh dear.
	   Oh, my.
	   I've never.
	   Blessed Lady.
	   Look.  Look, your hand is fine.  Totally healed.  Not even a scar.
	   Mr. Pitzar?

Outside, a thin, keening, unhuman laughter echoing in the halls.

IMP:


A mellow, content voice, proud and strong.  A small clomping of hooves.

ANDREA: They told me you were doing better, Jake.  I'm glad you made it
	back.  I've been following your stories.  It must have been
	awful.
	Um.
	Jake, are you listening to me?
	Well.
	Just swing by the Inn if you need me for anything.

A weary voice, layered with tension.  The door closes.

DAWN: Hello, Jake.
      Er.  I'm sure you've got.
      I just wanted to say.
      Um.  I stepped in to say.
      Well I just couldn't.
      How long have you been sitting here?
      Can I.
      Does your hand hurt much?  May I.  Um.
      Your hand is so cold.
      Jake, I.
      When you left, I didn't know if you'd.
      I just didn't want to be.
      There was this man.  His name was Len.  He's terrifi.  Well, he was the 
      only.
      But I kept.
      And I couldn't.







      hold me jake.
-------------
And she held her long, slim fingers before my face, and I saw the
white line on her skin where the ring used to be, and I heard a small
sob and felt, as though it were a faintly remembered dream, her soft,
sweet lips slide clumsily across my cheek, down onto my mouth.


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"You fall out of your mother's womb, you crawl across open country
 under fire, and drop into your grave."-----------Quentin Crisp
Jason "corley@gas.uug.arizona.edu" Corley could be, but probably isn't.