In Trouble – Page 1160

KOR LACHNIS: <So - how does it satisfy thy hatred now, my son? To see her thus?>

GORSHASH: <I think that God has delivered her into our hands for His own purposes. And my hatred delights in it. >

KOR LACHNIS: < Speak to her. See if she understands what has happened.>

IPOLA: *sigh,,,* I understand. Everything - and now so many things make more sense.

KOR LACHNIS: <What says she?>

GORSHASH: <She says, Lord, that she does understand.>

KOR LACHNIS: <Ah, so she hath speech in thy tongue. I had forgot that thou didst so say.> <Ahh yes. And how old art thou, woman? By my reck thou dost seem younger than the years that should hang on thee, from what I am told.>

IPOLA: (In Erogenian) <Eat. Shit..>

KOR LACHNIS: <Ahah! Now we see the true Erogenian spirit! It pleases me that, after all these ages, our tongue is still known well enough for thee to curse at me in it.> <But my interest in thy years is professional, nothing more. Let us see. By the account I have of thee, thou shouldst be " some few years shy of two score and ten, and yet seem so much more fit and young. Thou may'st thank me for that. > (In Urttish) < Oh, Owner Gorshash, didst thou know that we, in our experiments, did not merely create all the servants and slaves of Erogenia, but did naturally improve our own seed. <We had only begun cautiously, of course - improving appearance - such attributes as thou seest which were pleasing to us in our women, naturally. <But also strength, life span, resistance to disease and so forth.> In time, uninterrupted, we could have made ours a race of immortal gods. But, foolishly, the followers of the Moon rebelled and interrupted our work. >

IPOLA: <And when we defeated you, ultimately you decided to run like a coward.>

KOR LACHNIS: <Have a care, woman. I ->

IPOLA: <Gosh! I'd better be careful, otherwise I might get in trouble. >