He looked up and snapped, "Who are you? "Rael? Don't you recognize me?" P'nyssa asked.He looked up and snapped, "Who are you? "Rael? Don't you recognize me?" P'nyssa asked. He looked at her closely and said, "P'nyssa? P'nyssa Traken?" She nodded. "What are you doing here?" He sounded genuinely pleased to see her. "We came to visit." "Wonderful, wonderful. And who are you?" I was taken aback. He doesn't recognize me? Who is he to demand my identity like that? Wait a minute. I was getting high and mighty again. I regained my composure and made a mental note to do something about that touch of arrogance I was developing. "How do you do, Dr. D'israeli. I am Kennet Shardik." It was his turn to be surprised. "I'm... I apologize, Shardik. I had no idea. Come in, come in." He turned and said "Dagmar! We have guests! You can stand down the surgery!" He turned back to us and said, "You see, when somebody knocks at the door like that, it's usually the Uncia returning from a hunting party with wounded." I nodded. |