Page 64 MAPWORKER: Perhaps we’ll all leave. Higher ground is quite convenient to us here, you know. Let the Bleach take another perfectly serviceable hold... I care not. (Mapworker glances down nervously at Navichet, who is marking her maps with the marker. A new voice B comes from the entrance to the room) B. No-one has to leave... MAPWORKER: Excuse me. (Pointing angrily, and releasing the cord holding the curtains open) You haven’t paid copy-right! Horrid thing--