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The Chick is in the Mail
From the silly to the simply smashing, the Chicks in Chainmail
are back to save us once again! Whether defending a charity ball against
rapscallion pirates or taking names at a medievalist tournament in the
Asteroid Belt, whether bringing a snotty loremaster to his rightful
comeuppance or protecting our schoolchildren from magically-summoned
barbarian invaders, whether weekending in the woods to get in touch with
their Inner Warrior or showing giant reptiles that Tokyo’s not gonna
take it anymore, these female fighters will always have what it takes. |
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This is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this book are fictional, and any resemblance to real people or incidents is purely coincidental. First printing, October 2000 Distributed by Simon & Schuster 1230 Avenue of the Americas New York, NY 10020 Printed in the United States of America |
ISBN: 0-671-31950-7Copyright © 2000 by Esther Friesner & Martin Harry Greenberg.All materials original to this volume are copyright (c) 2000 by the authors individually. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form. A Baen Books Original Baen Publishing Enterprises P.O. Box 1403 Riverdale, NY 10471 http://www.baen.com Typeset by Windhaven Press Electronic version by WebWrights http://www.webwrights.com |
TROLL BY JURYIn the center of the sand-strewn ring, Duke Janifer stood between the two combatants and nervously asked, "Ladies, are you certain you wouldn't like to reconsider this trial by combat to the death?" "I would," Zoli said. "It's not combat, it's bloody murder. I've eaten seafood that had more hope of killing me than this idiot." She gestured scornfully at Goodwife Eyebright. "Will you withdraw?" Duke Janifer turned to Goodwife Eyebright, entreating her with his eyes. "Pleeease?" Eyebright stood herself up a bit taller and held the sword she'd been given as though it were a carpet beater. "I'd sooner die." "I was afraid you'd say that." The duke sighed, shrugged, and tossed a bright orange kerchief high into the air. As he dashed from the arena he called back over one shoulder. "When it hits the ground, start fighting." The audience gasped and held its breath. Zoli went into her preferred fighting stance, grim and silent, eyes fixed on the floating kerchief. Goodwife Eyebright, on the other hand, began jabbering the instant the bit of cloth left the duke's hand. "My gracious, aren't you in a hurry? I'm sure it's not going to take you long to kill me, but don't you worry about that. Nor about all my poor little lambkins that'll be left orphaned and helpless, oh no, don't you give any of them a second thought. You've done your duty, you don't have to bother your head about whether they'll be decently clothed and fed and who'll tuck them into their cold, lonesome little beds of a winter's night with not ever the comfort of a loving mother's kiss on their tiny tear-stained faces, no. Don't you concern yourself over their bitter tears or their heartbreaking sobs or their—" Under Goodwife Eyebright's verbal barrage, Zoli's shoulder trembled and her sword drooped by degrees, leaving a hole in her defensive posture fit to drive an oxcart through. . . . —from "Troll by Jury" ALSO IN THIS SERIES:Chicks in Chainmail Did You Say Chicks?! Chicks and Chained Males Mathemagics by Margaret Ball BAEN BOOKS by ESTHER FRIESNERChild of the Eagle
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The Chick is in the Mail
From the silly to the simply smashing, the Chicks in Chainmail
are back to save us once again! Whether defending a charity ball against
rapscallion pirates or taking names at a medievalist tournament in the
Asteroid Belt, whether bringing a snotty loremaster to his rightful
comeuppance or protecting our schoolchildren from magically-summoned
barbarian invaders, whether weekending in the woods to get in touch with
their Inner Warrior or showing giant reptiles that Tokyo’s not gonna
take it anymore, these female fighters will always have what it takes. |
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Paperback
This is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this book are fictional, and any resemblance to real people or incidents is purely coincidental. First printing, October 2000 Distributed by Simon & Schuster 1230 Avenue of the Americas New York, NY 10020 Printed in the United States of America |
ISBN: 0-671-31950-7Copyright © 2000 by Esther Friesner & Martin Harry Greenberg.All materials original to this volume are copyright (c) 2000 by the authors individually. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form. A Baen Books Original Baen Publishing Enterprises P.O. Box 1403 Riverdale, NY 10471 http://www.baen.com Typeset by Windhaven Press Auburn, NH Electronic version by WebWrights http://www.webwrights.com |
TROLL BY JURYIn the center of the sand-strewn ring, Duke Janifer stood between the two combatants and nervously asked, "Ladies, are you certain you wouldn't like to reconsider this trial by combat to the death?" "I would," Zoli said. "It's not combat, it's bloody murder. I've eaten seafood that had more hope of killing me than this idiot." She gestured scornfully at Goodwife Eyebright. "Will you withdraw?" Duke Janifer turned to Goodwife Eyebright, entreating her with his eyes. "Pleeease?" Eyebright stood herself up a bit taller and held the sword she'd been given as though it were a carpet beater. "I'd sooner die." "I was afraid you'd say that." The duke sighed, shrugged, and tossed a bright orange kerchief high into the air. As he dashed from the arena he called back over one shoulder. "When it hits the ground, start fighting." The audience gasped and held its breath. Zoli went into her preferred fighting stance, grim and silent, eyes fixed on the floating kerchief. Goodwife Eyebright, on the other hand, began jabbering the instant the bit of cloth left the duke's hand. "My gracious, aren't you in a hurry? I'm sure it's not going to take you long to kill me, but don't you worry about that. Nor about all my poor little lambkins that'll be left orphaned and helpless, oh no, don't you give any of them a second thought. You've done your duty, you don't have to bother your head about whether they'll be decently clothed and fed and who'll tuck them into their cold, lonesome little beds of a winter's night with not ever the comfort of a loving mother's kiss on their tiny tear-stained faces, no. Don't you concern yourself over their bitter tears or their heartbreaking sobs or their—" Under Goodwife Eyebright's verbal barrage, Zoli's shoulder trembled and her sword drooped by degrees, leaving a hole in her defensive posture fit to drive an oxcart through. . . . —from "Troll by Jury" ALSO IN THIS SERIES:Chicks in Chainmail Did You Say Chicks?! Chicks and Chained Males Mathemagics by Margaret Ball BAEN BOOKS by ESTHER FRIESNERChild of the Eagle
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