414:76) The Yellow Peril
Date: 22-JAN-94  11:37
 The Marcher Lord has given me safe passage through his realm and I emerge
 slowly, one limb at a time drifting into the warmth of my bed.  The
 warrior at my bedside shows me his belly which is a clock.  It is 10:30
 There is yet time to lie in my soft black chariot, listening to the
 padding sounds outside my room, smelling the roasted morning smell
 beginning to drift in.  Through the closed door, I see her padding about
 blondely bleary, doing morning things.  Her image blends gentle with
 dream images fleeing.
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