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Fanfare, November 1950
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Littlechip sniffed, reaching for a cigarette. "And who is Dinka Dhu?" "The lord and ruler of Earth VI, the great Inca Dinka Dhu. He says we've got troubles enough of our own without having Earth IV getting into inter-plane travel, too. A lot of the others don't agree with him, particularly the ghost riders of Earth VII, who consider the skies of all the Earth planes should be theirs to ride in if they wish." "Frankly," Pritchard retaliated, "I think we've got enough of our own woes without having six other worlds flitting in and out of our little domain. How often are we to expect this stuff to continue?" "Well, if Wag-mop lets it be known he's been in Earth IV, unless something is done about it in matter of regulation or impenetrable barrier, there will be more and more entrances. Already the Ghost Riders led by Vojjin Munroh have made raids---" "As if I didn't know," Littlechip winced. He took the saber from the invader's hand to keep the furniture intact. "As a stern protester of the invasion of our privacies I must see this Inca Dinka Dhu and make certain that a few hindrances are arranged---" "And I shall help you, or my name isn't Weil Dghuse, which it is!" exclaimed his captive. "I'll take you to Inca Dinka Dhu; just follow me." Weil Dghuse got to his feet and waited impatiently as Pritchard went through the drawers of his desk and took papers of sorts and shoved them in his coat pocket, made sure his lighter was working, slipped an extra pack of cigarettes in his picket, and decanted a full pint into a convenient flask. He was less impatient when Littlechip drew off two short ones and handed one of them to him. "Must we go so soon?" he asked, licking his lips appreciatively. "We must--- that's almost the last. Lead the way, and spare not the horses." He took the hand of Weil Dghuse and together they walked through the wall of the library. Littlechip wasn't surprised when they didn't trip against the steps that would normally have led to the upstairs, because Littlechip was at the point where he was surprised at almost nothing. They walked straight on to a hard-packed clay sidewalk of a teeming place. "This is Duwah Diddih," Weil Dghuse explained. And Pritchard agreed, for all the fellows wore high button shoes, and it was soon discernible that it was neither a town nor a city, but a sort of metropolis. From one of the houses that edged the sidewalk came the fragrance of boiling hamhocks and turnip greens. "Earth VI has some attributes of value at any rate," Littlechip commented. Straight to the Palace they went. Littlechip felt a twinge of nostalgia at being in the Palace again. Only the to-notchers played the Palace and it was no ten-twent-thirt' place. That Inca Dinka Dhu should have played the Palace for so long showed that he was good! They were ushered through the green-room, filled with lounging conversationalists awaiting their opportunity for appearing at the Palace. Littlechip squared his shoulders somewhat when Weil Dghuse led him toward the great door which led to the private chambers of Inca Dinka Dhu. Dinka Dhu received them without the formalities of court procedure. He could see that Pritchard Littlechip was not entirely of Earth IV, and he listened while Littlechip stated his cause: "It is, Inca Dinka Dhu, a great privilege to make this trip to Earth VI, but we of Earth IV are hardly in the position to be ready for such things as inter-plane travel, skipping from one earth-plane page 6
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Littlechip sniffed, reaching for a cigarette. "And who is Dinka Dhu?" "The lord and ruler of Earth VI, the great Inca Dinka Dhu. He says we've got troubles enough of our own without having Earth IV getting into inter-plane travel, too. A lot of the others don't agree with him, particularly the ghost riders of Earth VII, who consider the skies of all the Earth planes should be theirs to ride in if they wish." "Frankly," Pritchard retaliated, "I think we've got enough of our own woes without having six other worlds flitting in and out of our little domain. How often are we to expect this stuff to continue?" "Well, if Wag-mop lets it be known he's been in Earth IV, unless something is done about it in matter of regulation or impenetrable barrier, there will be more and more entrances. Already the Ghost Riders led by Vojjin Munroh have made raids---" "As if I didn't know," Littlechip winced. He took the saber from the invader's hand to keep the furniture intact. "As a stern protester of the invasion of our privacies I must see this Inca Dinka Dhu and make certain that a few hindrances are arranged---" "And I shall help you, or my name isn't Weil Dghuse, which it is!" exclaimed his captive. "I'll take you to Inca Dinka Dhu; just follow me." Weil Dghuse got to his feet and waited impatiently as Pritchard went through the drawers of his desk and took papers of sorts and shoved them in his coat pocket, made sure his lighter was working, slipped an extra pack of cigarettes in his picket, and decanted a full pint into a convenient flask. He was less impatient when Littlechip drew off two short ones and handed one of them to him. "Must we go so soon?" he asked, licking his lips appreciatively. "We must--- that's almost the last. Lead the way, and spare not the horses." He took the hand of Weil Dghuse and together they walked through the wall of the library. Littlechip wasn't surprised when they didn't trip against the steps that would normally have led to the upstairs, because Littlechip was at the point where he was surprised at almost nothing. They walked straight on to a hard-packed clay sidewalk of a teeming place. "This is Duwah Diddih," Weil Dghuse explained. And Pritchard agreed, for all the fellows wore high button shoes, and it was soon discernible that it was neither a town nor a city, but a sort of metropolis. From one of the houses that edged the sidewalk came the fragrance of boiling hamhocks and turnip greens. "Earth VI has some attributes of value at any rate," Littlechip commented. Straight to the Palace they went. Littlechip felt a twinge of nostalgia at being in the Palace again. Only the to-notchers played the Palace and it was no ten-twent-thirt' place. That Inca Dinka Dhu should have played the Palace for so long showed that he was good! They were ushered through the green-room, filled with lounging conversationalists awaiting their opportunity for appearing at the Palace. Littlechip squared his shoulders somewhat when Weil Dghuse led him toward the great door which led to the private chambers of Inca Dinka Dhu. Dinka Dhu received them without the formalities of court procedure. He could see that Pritchard Littlechip was not entirely of Earth IV, and he listened while Littlechip stated his cause: "It is, Inca Dinka Dhu, a great privilege to make this trip to Earth VI, but we of Earth IV are hardly in the position to be ready for such things as inter-plane travel, skipping from one earth-plane page 6
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