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who had lived who had lived it. The engines were visible through the steel rungs of the gangway steps. Two of them, big as trucks, sitting there like the sphinx, knew every- thing and told nothing. It surprised him to see them still intact. Probably someone would cut through the side in Brownsville and take them out whole. The propeller shafts, one for each engine, stood four feet high and twice that around. The same dark mud like sludge covered the bottom two feet of them. TheyPd have to be chained down. A competent sea tug would carry her at five knots in good weather, and that meant the screws would turn just that fast. If they turned, theyPd spin the theyPd spin the shafts into dead engines. It was bad enough in itself, but in reverse it was a lot like winding a
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watch inside out until it imploded. YouPd have gears, springs, and hot bits the size of truck tires flying everywhere. BobbyPd seen it happen fifteen miles off Hali- fax, pistons the size of a small car engine punched right through the hull; a man hePd known for five hours lost his guts when a chunk ripped into him. It was indiscriminate specificity. A man hurt in the vitals could suffer a long time before he died. — 84 — BobbyPd heard that before, but to him, on that day, it became an it became an eternity. Firsthand wasnPt some- thing you could get out of a book. Nobody wrote that well. He remembered, too, how nobody re- ally gave a damn. He recalled carrying his buddy up out of the engine room so they could bag him. The owners didnPt lose a word in their bitch
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about engines blowing apart, who was responsi- ble and what it was going to cost them. Bobby told them to blame the carcass if they were really desperate. He saw the lights go on. He laid the man on the open body bag atop the stretcher. He didnPt hesitate. He walked back to the fat mouthy one whose lights were still flashing from BobbyPs suggestion. Bobby squeezed him tight by the neck, rubbing blood the neck, rubbing blood and slime all over him before he dropped him onto the deck. MYeah, you fat fuck! Blame the carcass!N He wasnPt thinking consequences when he jammed his boot up under the throat and slammed the manPs head down hard on the steel deck plating. MI guess this screws my bonus, eh.N The other two had backed way off, looking for cavalry. He lunged at them and laughed his
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way off the gangway. DidnPt even get off the docks be- fore they had him for it. Beat him generously in the back of the patrol car. He was sentenced to two years less a day, the fat man ended up with partial paralysis. Bobby didnPt give a damn about that, it was losing it was losing his daughter over it that made it tough to handle, made him lose his cool in custody and get a couple months psychiatric evaluation time. He never got — 85 — to the legal time. One night he climbed a fence, stole his daughter back, and ran. He still figured it was worth every minute. The night he climbed the fence, he said good- bye. He blew the fat suitPs car to pieces. It didnPt kill him, didnPt hurt anybody. Bobby just wanted the soulless grunt to walk around
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looking over his shoulder for a while. He thought about it while he sat there and could see the and could see the limping bastard sitting at his break- fast table, gulping coffee and bitching at his kids, sending the wife out to start the car. Bobby smiled at the thought L what some women would do for security. The memory faded as he stood there in the en- gine room, knee deep in the sludge as his eye caught the soot covered brass nameplate screwed to the engine room wall. He waded across to it and started scraping the filth away, uncovering it like a relic. It was written in Spanish, MInca Tupaq yupanquiM. He stumbled through the pro- nunciation while he wondered why wondered why no one had stolen it. Usually therePd be a fight over it. They must have
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missed it beneath the filth and black char. He polished the edges, spoke aloud to the nameplate, MIPll call you The Lady IncaM. He con- sidered it an introduction. It was good to be on a first name basis with a lady of the sea, no matter how bad she had been mauled. Bobby stayed with the thought until the dull, ongoing repetition of the van horn extracted his attention. Howie the dynamic. Bobby wasnPt looking forward to the bullshit, but if there was — 86 — food he could tolerate a lot at the moment L even Howie. He moment L even Howie. He pulled on his pants and dragged his fatigue topside, to the highest point on board besides the bridge amidships. The heat hit him as soon as he stepped over the coaming; hot and dry, not a trace of air moving anywhere.
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He watched the van careen and recoil in and out of the dirt tracks, wisps of smoke shooting off the wheels every time the low riding chassis struck a high spot along the rutted mudflat. He didnPt know what Howie had in it, but knew hePd find out while he unloaded it. As he crossed to the quarterdeck, he saw Gomez for the first time in a couple of hours. HePd come topside earlier come topside earlier to jury-rig a loading platform. From the distance it looked respectable, almost professional. GomezPs initiative lifted BobbyPs spirits con- siderably. The sight of his accomplishment drew the energy for a shout and a clenched fist ac- knowledgment out of Bobby. Gomez gifted Bobby with his large, toothless grin and a thumbs-up. As Bobby slid himself down the railing onto the well deck, he got a closer look at GomezPs
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ap- pearance. He was only wearing pants, his upper body covered with filth and his face etched deep with fatigue. Bobby saw death for an instant and swept the specter aside abruptly, figured it was just a mirror anyway. Eat something, and theyPd both get better. Bobby slapped better. Bobby slapped him easy across the back. MMuy bien!N Pulled back a step to admire the cre- — 87 — ation and returned the thumbs up. MMuy bien, hombre.N Gomez smiled and patted the boom like a favourite pet. That was all the communication they indulged in. Turning in unison, they let the deck rail take their weight and watched Howie slither up through the drying mud of the low tide line. The engine hadnPt died before Howie was out of the van, clean clothes all around, and a black baseball cap pulled down tight. Spiffed. He
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was still a little little ragged in the face, but otherwise greased and racing, his mouth moving on auto- matic. MAhoy, me hearties! Avast!N He swung the rear doors open. MLetPs get the boom down here.N HePd noticed. MUnload. You boys bin workinP your tails?N He pulled equipment from the van, drop- ping it indifferently onto the mud, tiring quickly. MGet down here! Help me unload this shit!N Bobby stepped on the coaming, gave Gomez a look the Mexican understood and enjoyed without benefit of the language. He smiled. MIs okay, Bubby. If it break, it break when Howie on it, si?N Bobby intensified his concentration. GomezPs smile turned into a chuckle as as he grabbed the winch line, pulling the cargo netting up close enough for Bobby to step onto. Bobby shook his head and pulled himself up on the bulwark,
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he grabbed an overhead line to balance himself while he tested some tentative footing on the shifting netting. — 88 — Gomez let the winch line out slow. MAdios, amigo.N He started cranking. Bobby had no solid footing, and could feel him- self starting a body spin off the overhead line. He grabbed a second line and suspended himself by his arms while he got his feet wedged in balance between opposing squares in the netting. He in the netting. He turned his attention to the approaching mud, to Howie and his anxious intensity. Saw Olid poppersP written all over him and his movements. He wondered what the drug of the day was. Dospan? Dexedrine? Darvon? A little Demerol for miscellaneous pain? HowiePs cleaned up appearance had faded quickly with the brief effort hePd put into unload- ing. Bobby knew who would finish the job. He
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stepped off the netting as it touched the mud, slid a little to get his footing, impressed with GomezPs skill. Howie jabbered. Bobby didnPt hear a word of it, absently reading the inscription across the front across the front of HowiePs cap while he looked for food. Howie noticed the lack of attention and got in BobbyPs face, working for the acknowledgment of eye contact.N MGotta get movinP here, Bobby. Bobby!N Howie jumped into some tantrum-like gestures, a kid who got his favourite toy swiped. MYou listeninP, Bobby?N Bobby enjoyed the irritation but let go of the routine anyway, squinting as he read the hat. OSometimes I wake up grouchy and sometimes I let her sleep in.P Bobby gave a phoney chuckle be- — 89 — fore letting his eyes drop to meet Howie, retain- ing the distance. MThatPs pretty funny, Howie. YouPre looking
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Howie. YouPre looking real spiffed.N Howie felt the chill of indifference. Bobby let him, talked business. MGomez closed off the bilge hatches. I worked the watertight doors down, tight as I could. Some of them are screwed. YouPd better look at them.N The last statement was a combination of afterthought and command, both concepts that rubbed Howie the wrong way. MAnd youPd better get down and have a look in the en- gine room.N Bobby paused, gave Howie a no-bullshit look, and let it settle for a second. MMe, personally. IPm real hungry, Howie. Real tired. Real dirty. So donPt bother me right now. Okay?N He turned back to the food search. the food search. MThanks for asking.N It bothered Howie to have his pre-eminence usurped, he wasnPt used to it, Bobby could tell. Bobby had the food separated from the rest of the
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supplies and made a brief check of the equip- ment already tossed to the mud. He saw nothing that qualified as immediate need and made his way to the side of the van. Howie climbed on top of the netting and started shouting and gesturing at Gomez to winch him aboard. Bobby climbed out of the van to enjoy HowiePs comic struggle with the netting. Once it was topside he could hear HowiePs dis- embodied voice exploding all over Gomez. Better him than me, he figured. Gomez winched the netting the netting back down and Bobby loaded the edible provisions first, filling the — 90 — netPs remaining space with only enough to keep Gomez from overworking himself on the winch. He took a solid grip on the overhead lines and shouted up for Gomez to take him aboard. With the load as light as it
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was he still went up a lot more slowly than hePd descended. By the time he got to the top, HowiePd disappeared. Bobby dropped to the deck, guiding the load down the last few feet. Neither of them said any- thing. Gomez located the Oreos, gulped a couple without chewing and washed them back with warm Pepsi. with warm Pepsi. Bobby wasnPt so quick with his choice. It took some examination. He had to work his way through the Oreos, Cheezies, marshmallow cook- ies, Gummy Pops, and packaged cupcakes. On and on. His search ended at a can of Irish stew, the only one, and some white bread. Without ceremony he crashed the can lid with his buck knife and spread the cold, lumpy gelati- nous mixture onto the bread. It tasted just fine, he told himself. He finished the entire can in min- utes, wiping
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his arm across his mouth, the knife blade across his pants. He pulled out the bag of dope hePd liberated from the van. Gomez had slowed had slowed his Oreo assault to the mop-up stage, but kept at it between tokes. Bobby was stoned. He took the time to close his eyes and drift out of it. Not much time had passed before Howie shouted from the quarterdeck. Bobby figured hePd been in the engine room, and was feeling very needy about getting to it. He had very little time — 91 — before the new Lloyds man, Robert Forster, ar- rived with his little black book. From that point on, Howie actually did some- thing, took care of the miscellany, closing off loose start up circuitry, lashing down or removing any- thing unattached. any- thing unattached. Bobby and Gomez spent the
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best part of their time taking turns dropping under the slime in the engine room to feed chain through the underside of the propeller shafts. It was sizable, heavy link chain, about as large as could be procured and still be workable. It had to be wrapped both ways, starting at the stern and working forward. Then the same procedure was repeated from the point where the shafts ran into the engine housings. Howie belched unrequested commentary be- tween demands for more effort in less time. Bobby thought his personal wiring was fried worse than the engine roomPs. Probably was, long before it happened before it happened to The Lady Inca. Neither he nor Gomez paid him much atten- tion, both too strung out to put effort into any- thing but getting the shafts chained and getting themselves out of the slime. Two hours had passed
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quickly. Robert Forster had only been waiting on shore for a few minutes before Howie entertained him with an unceremo- nious plunge into the water on his way to pick him up in the life raft. The spectacle wasnPt high on anybodyPs list of things to watch, and it was hu- morous to Forster until he realized he would be — 92 — riding back to the ship with the guy. Neverthe- less, Robert Forster was acquiring his own sense of what own sense of what lay ahead. He watched the raft approach as he changed into his work clothes, sliding the strap for his wa- terproof document case over his head. He could hear Howie jabbering in his very own inimitable voice as the raft pulled close. Forster looked through the string of profanities immedi- ately, and quickly categorized Howie, confirming his own suspicions. He
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put his focus into the task at hand as he made his way carefully through the knee-deep water. Really slippery, like Howie, he thought. Robert squatted in the tiny raft. He didnPt have to try too hard to have nothing to say say L Howie wasnPt the first idiot hePd shared a raft with. MShePs good, real good! No need to worry Obout nothinP! ItPs a real inconvenience for ya Robert, I know. Sorry to hear Obout George. We could as easy sign the papers back at the office, save ya going to all this trouble for nothinP. Take my word for it L she looks bad, but shePs real tight L tighter than a nunPs pussy!N Howie laughed. MIf ya know what I mean!N Howie turned for a response and threatened to capsize the dinghy, Robert nodded in under- standing of the metaphor L he
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could see he was frustrating Howie. frustrating Howie. He also knew guys like this didnPt give up easily. MIPm tellinP ya, youPre wasting a lot of valuable company time and youPre gonna make a real — 93 — fuckinP mess out of yourself just gettinP on board.N MI appreciate your concern, but the company insures my person and my property.N Robert fixed his focus on the approaching rope ladder. MItPs all part of the job.N The more Robert heard the man talk, the more thoroughly he wanted to do the inspection. He smiled at the hole Howie was digging for himself, at how easy it was to read this one. He expected to be offered cash. MWhatPs so funny?N Howie blurted it out blurted it out of the corner of his mouth, between grunts. MNothing, Mr. Morgan. Just thinking to my- self.
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Enjoying the day.N Robert smiled again, un- able to hold back. MThe view.N Robert grabbed the rope ladder and lifted him- self onto it with the skill of someone whoPd done it often. The sudden shift in weight threw Howie backwards over the side. Robert looked back briefly as he used his upper body strength to climb his way to the sway- ing steel gangway above his head, using his feet to bounce himself off the hull as he climbed. By the time Howie corralled the raft and made his way topside, Robert had the documentation out of the waterproof case and was busy making notes, was busy making notes, focusing himself. More competencies to ir- ritate Howie. Robert couldnPt help but notice HowiePs efforts at reading the inverted writing as he stood dripping water onto the deck in front of Forster. MIPm sorry about that
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little slip down there.N Robert said it without meaning a word. MYou — 94 — okay?N Howie stood before him, exhausted and breathing hard, not at all the man who arrived shipside a few hours earlier. MWhere do you wanna start? Engine room?N He said between breaths. MNo problem there. ShePs in great shape.N Robert Robert registered HowiePs attempt to gloss over the situation. MReal tight. DonPt need to bother.N Howie was- nPt making eye contact at the moment. MLike I said, Rob.N Howie worked the familiar now, one last try. MThis is a formality, nothinP more. We can sew the whole deal up quick. LetPs you and me sit and talk. Work somethinP out. Do the pa- pers and we can all have an early day.N HowiePs body got spastic, his words and motions like two songs on the same radio station, same time. MWhat
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do you say, Rob? Earn your pay the easy way?N Howie rubbed his gut and gave a burnt-out smile. MI smile. MI sure as hell do! What do you say, Rob?N MIPm going to start in the engine room, Mister Morgan. I would prefer to do the inspection on my own. I know my way around and if I have any questions, IPll find you.N As he turned and headed astern, HowiePs face showed distortion. He stopped, turning in time to catch HowiePs expression. MAnd just for the sake of propriety, so nobody thinks therePs anything in- appropriate happening, I suggest we stay on a last-name basis.N He mocked a wink. MWe would- nPt want anyone to think therePs collusion involved in this inspection, would we, Mister Morgan?N — 95 — MAbsolutely not!N — MAbsolutely not!N Bobby had been watching it all
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from the aft quarterdeck. HePd seen the show, admired the manPs skill with the ladder as well as his creative impudence L letting Howie go for the unsched- uled swim. That was something Bobby wouldnPt do, but then he knew Howie a little better than Forster did. As Bobby rounded the front of the quarterdeck he almost stepped on Gomez asleep under some partly rotted canvas up close beside the quarter- deck cowling. He moved past his sleeping mate, passing Forster about a third of the way amid- ships. They didnPt acknowledge each other beyond a nod. Bobby wondered if ForsterPd noticed the slight smirk in his eyes, the admiration. Encountering Howie at Encountering Howie at the hatchway into the hold, Bobby figured HowiePs state of mind from the violent, vibrating blaze coming up through his body and out through his eyes. MTake it easy, Howie.N
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Bobby lacked the energy for conversa- tion. MMotherfuckinP faggot asshole!N Howie slammed his fist hard into the watertight hatch cover. MHePs gonna fuck us up! I know it!N Foam accumulated around the corners of his mouth. MWhere the fuckPs my briefcase?N MChill out, Howie. Bobby grabbed him by the arm, trying to soften his words, staying non- threatening. MGet some sleep. Let him do the in- spection. Then deal with Then deal with it.N Howie wrenched his arm out of BobbyPs grasp. MYou got any uppers?N — 96 — Ignoring the question, Bobby gave up the con- versation. He turned and continued forward, his words trailing behind him. MIPm gonna get some sleep. IPll be in the forecastle.N Howie stood in the hatchway, bitching his newly buggered hand and mouthing all the things he was going to do to the faggot inspector if he fucked them
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around for any reason. Bobby heard it behind him, background noise, HowiePs raison d’etre. He kept walking until he couldnPt hear it anymore, found himself a little shade forward, and pulled some rotting canvas over his head. He fell fell asleep telling himself Howie wasnPt crazy enough to kill anybody. — 97 — A Beach House San Diego, California Late Monday Afternoon It was just before seven oPclock. Rachel Forster had been there since early afternoon. The movers had come and gone. She stood in the mid- dle of the of the living room, admiring the furniture. Her tall, lithe body appearing regal amidst the setting. The sound of the Pacific breaking in across the long expanse of white sand drew her to the deck, taking the fresh-brewed coffee with her. She wanted to get a little more of the stunning solitude
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before she returned to the realities of the Club Lucky. The evening breeze blew gently across her aristocratic face. She was tall, with rich ebony hair, and a slightly elongated face. She had a cer- tain look to her that had more going for it than just beautiful. She was unusual, desirable. The motion in her mind made her face move her face move in certain undeniably enchanting ways. Whether she was dressed in full-length evening gowns, jeans or mismatched socks, she was always a comfortable contender in any situation. There was dignity in her carriage, and at times arrogance L an almost — 98 — imperceptible blend. She didnPt appear older or younger than her years, just thirty- one. Too much time in the city, she thought as she watched the sun throwing reddish-orange and yel- low shafts across the sky in front of her.
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It was her first sunset at the place. ShePd arrived late Sunday night, and shePd already had the pleasure of a sunrise. She sat down on the new lounge the new lounge furniture and sipped the coffee as her thoughts wandered to her brother Robert and how shePd found him twelve years ago after the two of them had been or- phaned into separate foster homes. HePd run from his when he was fourteen and spent six years working the streets. For six years hePd been in- volved in drugs, gang wars and extortion L all the things an East L.A. gang member did to be rep- utable, to be somebody. When he was twenty, he was going to do some serious time when she walked into the court with a fancy lawyer and got him the navy instead. She walked up and hugged
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him that day. him that day. She saved his life. Until then he hadnPt known he had a sis- ter. Blood ran deep for Rachel, and since then, for Robert. She had connections. TheyPd stayed in touch ever since. ShePd watched him through the navy and then into Lloyds where his love of ships had served him well. TheyPd gotten close. Things had been work- ing out. HePd gotten a promotion and a transfer, from New Orleans to San Diego L her town. An hour had slid by quickly while she remi- nisced. She let the colours in the sky above the — 99 — panorama of panorama of the Pacific fill her mind before ac- knowledging the need to head back into San Diego. She rose a little stiff from the chair, her body remembering the dayPs involvement with furni- ture arrangement. The
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soft, white, loose-fitting cotton filled with the cool evening air as she walked from the deck, through the sliding glass doors and into the house L the ocean floating be- hind her as it ran up against the sky. She surveyed the interior once again. A womanPs prerogative, she thought. It was gen- uinely open, with clean, classic lines throughout. A spiral staircase led to a second floor a second floor full of win- dows and balconies. The House was not over fur- nished. She was pleased shePd kept it to a minimum, and what shePd acquired fit the place. There was no clutter; Robert would like it. She played with the temptation to keep the place for herself and let Robert move into the penthouse. He wouldnPt mind, although she knew hePd prefer something out of town, near the ocean. For a fact he wonPt
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have anticipated her buying the place for him. No, she decided, still enjoying her fantasy, a dealPs a deal. He deserved to live here. After all he got her all he got her to do it. She should have bought some country long ago, but shePd always been too busy. Three hundred thousand dollars, easily worth four, another special deal from an old real estate acquaintance. She made her way back to the deck for a last look, still smiling at the thought of being RobertPs — 100 — landlady, thinking of an amusing way to tell him that the landlady had visiting rights. Deciding to give herself a few more minutes to relax, Rachel settled back on the lounge. It had taken a long time and a lot of effort, but life can work out, she thought. It all made her feel exceptionally
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feel exceptionally satisfied. Robert was all the family she had. They would be even closer now. She wondered what the parents she never knew would think of their kids now. Another twelve hours and she would pick him up at the airport, she couldnPt wait L but he wouldnPt be there, HowiePd just seen to that. It was late that same night and some three thousand miles away, but Hertzel had no inten- tion of waiting until morning L he didnPt have to, he only needed a telephone line. He pressed hard on the expensive, mono- grammed pen, his irritation working, as usual, against his better judgment. The fine The fine gold tip gave in to the pressure and jammed itself into the shaft. Every time he thought of Howie and the death announcement he just got from some guy who wouldnPt give his
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name, the pen took a little more pressure. The phone continued its distant ring. He snapped the pen and flung it to the garbage. MOne moment, sir.N In silent anger, he noted it had already been several. He took the hand-sized pyrite paper- weight into his free hand. He couldnPt break it. — 101 — Maybe hePd throw it, through a window. MIPm putting you through, putting you through, sir.N Hertzel managed to work physical hostility into his tone. MA definite understatement, lady!N He hurled the paperweight at the wall. The oversized oaf, Charley, stuck his head in the door, looking for the cause of the noise, and Hertzel shot him with his eyes. Charley picked up the bullets and slipped back out as discreetly as his size would allow. MThank you for waiting.N The line clicked, and then clicked again, threatening to disconnect HertzelPs Brownsville
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L Austin link. The call went through to a mechanical voice, infuriating Hertzel more, telling him all about the senator from the Rio Grande and how they would be glad to take his call in the morning, or if he pre- ferred, if he pre- ferred, leave a message. Hertzel got close but avoided breaking into curses. He had the vocabulary, but it just wasnPt part of his stress behavior. He didnPt like the mentality. He tended to sweat and break things instead. When it clicked in he started talking, fast and hostile. MAnswer it, Henry. ItPs Hertzel!N He knew he was there; having tried his house and had the senatorPs tight ass wife lecture him about the time. MHePs working late. Bother him there!N He knew the Henry Sanchez better than the wife. He knew he was there, and knew his idea
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knew his idea of working late. ‘I’m sorry, honey. I won’t be home. I’m screwing my secretary.P Hertzel stayed with it. — 102 — MAnswer the phone. ItPs Hertzel and itPs urgent!N MHello.N Hertzel imagined her standing there in her panties and bra. MMay I help you?N MGet Henry on the phone.N MIPm sorry, hePs unavailable at the moment. May I take a message?N A voice like that was a real vote getter, he thought, or so the polls said. Hertzel coerced himself into absolute calm. MThis is Hertzel Markovitz.N He looked down at his desk, realized hePd run out of things out of things to fling. MYou tell him whoPs calling. Tell him right now. Tell him itPs life and death.N MHePs not going to like this, Mr. Markovitz.N The voice turned very cold. MOne moment.N Hertzel figured the Henry mustPve been close to
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feet, eyes closed.
feet, eyes closed. Even eyes closed. Even in the gathering darkness, Kaylen could see that she was a beautiful creature, delicate in an enormous way. “Oh no…” Kaylen murmured. “She’s not dead,” Zarah said, stroking the dragon’s silent face. Its flanks moved very slowly, but rhythmically. “This is Narrahnjarra, mate of Garthonnex,” Symurall said, shifting nervously. “Zarah, what is wrong with her?” “I don’t know anything about dragons!” “You were a member of a faith created around Kyazura’s wisdom.” “I was taught medicine for people. Not dragons.” “I do not… need… aid,” the golden dragon said quietly. “Just rest.” She opened her large grey eyes. “You appear injured,” Symurall said, still sounding concerned. “I lacked caution,” Narrahnjarra replied. “Now let me sleep. We can speak of my errors in the morning.” Her eyes closed again. Symurall settled onto Symurall settled onto the
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sand, resting his
sand, resting his head alongside hers. Kaylen turned to Zarah. “This appears to be our camping spot.” Gently, he removed a bundle strapped to one of Symurall’s legs, and began work on a shelter. As darkness enveloped them, Zarah managed to start a small, sputtering fire. “Even the fire doesn’t like being here,” she said, looking at its red flickers. Pulling her robe tighter, she wrapped her arms around her knees, rocking quietly. Kaylen offered her some food; she waved it away. The sailor sat on a piece of driftwood across from her, slowly eating one of the hard biscuits Jahsha had given them. He ate because it was something to do, a small ritual that took his mind away from what they’d seen. “If these lands can lay a dragon low, we dragon low, we have no hope of coming back,” he finally said. He
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handed Zarah a
handed Zarah a water-skin and she took a quick drink. She sighed. “Maybe I expected the dragons to be wrong, that everything would be just fine and we could go home. Now I want to cry. I should cry. I’m all cried out, I guess.” “Same here,” Kaylen said. “Now that’s not the right thing for a brave sailor to say!” Zarah laughed. The sound lifted Kaylen’s spirits. He shrugged, and found smiling a bit easier. “At least some of us will live on,” she continued. “So at the end of the world, you haven’t lost your faith?” 61 “The world is still here. And as for my faith…” She paused, and relaxed her and relaxed her pose. “I talked with Kyazura before we came here. She’s a very gentle soul. I can see how her beliefs formed the basis for the Kiran Order.” Another pause.
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“No, I haven’t
“No, I haven’t lost my faith, at least not the part of it that’s important. After all, my inspiration isn’t a mystical being – Kyazura is real. That’s something special.” Kaylen considered her words for a several moments, and said, “An interesting viewpoint. I assume Jennur doesn’t share your revelations?” “Jennur is scared,” she laughed. “He’s afraid that he’ll stop being important. I can see how people like him twisted the words of dragons into something that gave them power.” “People like Jennur are one reason I went to sea,” said Kaylen. He unrolled two blankets beneath the lean-to he’d built earlier. With a earlier. With a grin, he added, “I promise to be a gentleman.” She got up, walked over to the lean-to, and kneeled on one of the blankets. “I hope you’re not too much of a gentleman,” she said. At his befuddled look,
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she added, “Don’t
she added, “Don’t get the wrong idea! I just want to feel another living human. The last thing I want tonight is to be alone.” He lay next to her, and found that simply holding her made sleeping much easier. “It’s growing dark,” Alanora said. Grehn stood and stretched. “I’ve got a spare cot upstairs, if you want to get some sleep.” “No. If I set out now, I should reach Caerelon by early morning. The sooner I talk to my father…” She let the sentence trail the sentence trail off. “You haven’t said much about what I’ve told you. Don’t get shy with your opinions now!” The old soldier shrugged. “I’m not sure my opinion is going to make much difference.” He stood next to a small window, and stared out at the forest beyond. “I always knew we couldn’t stay hidden forever. Hell, we
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weren’t hidden, not
weren’t hidden, not completely. It was an illusion, one I and the other Wardens helped maintain. Now it’s going to come crashing down around us.” He turned to look at Alanora. “Things have not been going well. Your father has grown more troubled.” “You mean suspicious.” “If we’re going to be blunt, I’ll add ‘paranoid’ and ‘mad’ to the list.” “I can’t believe it’s gotten that bad.” 62 “It has. 62 “It has. He’s been moving farmers into the caverns, and he’s questioning the motives and loyalty of people like me. Food is getting short inside the mountain. More and more people are frightened, or angry, or… well, I’ve been doing what I can, spending more time in Caerelon, trying to keep people from doing something stupid. If there’s going to be a revolt, I want it to be an effective one.” At her stunned look,
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he added, “If
he added, “If your father gets even a whiff of what’s going on, the executioner’s going to be very busy.” “I don’t like what you’re implying,” she said, annoyed. “You must trust me, or you wouldn’t have said anything at all.” He rubbed the stubble on his chin. “Yes, I chin. “Yes, I trust you. I’m hoping we can go even further. The timing of your return… it would have been better if we’d spoken sooner.” “Just get to the point.” “How directly will you oppose your father?” She silently regarded him for a moment. “That depends on how bad things are in Caerelon. I need to see for myself.” “And if you decide that something needs to be done?” “I’ll do whatever I must to protect the people of Caerelon,” she said. “Father is right about one thing: I’ve been gone too long and too
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often. I’m sorry…
often. I’m sorry… I should have been here.” “Don’t be! Without you, we’d be operating blind.” “Maybe I can still talk to him.” “I don’t know if talking to him will solve anything.” He scowled, and slammed a fist against the fist against the wall. “Alanora, his men destroyed a dozen farms in the greenwood a few days ago. He sent troops to raze the homes of people whose only crime was starting fires to keep warm in this infernal grey weather.” Grehn’s voice grew more insistent. “Your father accused them of ‘endangering Caerelon’, to use his favorite phrase these days. Prime Minister Kudric has said even worse about good folk. I’m not certain you’ll be safe now. I know I’m not.” “Kudric? He’s a minor bureaucrat. How did he become Prime Minister?” “I’d love to know, lass, I’d love to know. He feeds your father’s
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fears, and builds
fears, and builds his own power. My rebels aren’t the only revolution within Caerelon’s walls.” Alanora sat quietly, stunned, wrapping her head around what she was hearing. Then she stood, collecting she stood, collecting her gear. “If I start now, I’ll be home by morning.” “If you can’t talk sense to your father,” Grehn said, “You should know a few more things…” 63 “Father! Humans! Lots of humans! With boats!” Sytherek opened one eye, keeping the other closed in hope of sleeping for another few hours. His view was filled with Tyreon, who hovered nearby. The day was going to start, whether he wanted it to or not. “Do not wake your mother!” Sytherek hissed. Tyreon nodded, still wearing an eager look. Sytherek moved slowly away from his mate, and jumped into the air. “Where are these humans?” he asked. “We humans?”
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he asked. “We
he asked. “We were feasting on a beached whale,” Tyreon said hurriedly. “Voxx saw sails off the coast, many ships. Ashatha and Voxx wanted to chase the humans, but I told them to wait for you.” Father followed son over the mountains, then down toward the sea. The humans were not difficult to find; Sytherek counted five ships as he quickly approached. Four smaller vessels, hulls dark and sails red, surrounded the fifth, a large pale ship. The sound of angry, clashing metal and loud human voices drifted upward, along with the scent of fresh human blood. Shouts arose from the red-sailed vessels, and a huge shaft whistled past Sytherek’s tail. Howling with rage, he accelerated into a tight turn. “Tyreon!” Sytherek commanded. “To shore!” The young dragon hesitated, still following his father. following his father. Two more bolts shot from the ships, one narrowly missing
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Tyreon’s head. “Now!”
Tyreon’s head. “Now!” bellowed Sytherek. His son immediately climbed away. Sytherek s anger and energy built rapidly. Folding his wings back, the dragon dove, the air around him hissing; his spines glowing, he shot across the attacking ships, leaving bright balls of energetic purple mist in his wake. He heard yelling, screaming, the crackling of wood, the cacophonous clatter of uncountable metal objects colliding as they rushed into his magnetic clouds. His targets disintegrated in a spray of bloody splinters. The two remaining small ships turned away; panicked orders reached his ears. Sytherek focused, rapidly approaching the fleeing ships from astern. He extended his energies, picking a simpler force. A bright glow appeared amid both ships, erupting into fireballs. As Sytherek passed above Sytherek passed above the charred wreckage, he noted with satisfaction how carnivorous fish were already gathering amid the carnage, neatly solving the problems
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any survivors might
any survivors might pose. He turned his attention to the white ship. A few bodies lay scattered in red pools on its deck; wounded people moaned and called for aid. Rising for a better look, he noticed a 64 woman on the deck; she held a white cloth, and was waving it vigorously. For a moment, he considered finishing what he’d started, yet her gesture invoked his curiosity. Circling the ship at a safe distance, he saw very few people moving, and nothing that appeared to be a weapon. Slowly, he descended, cautiously approaching the ship. “Lord dragon!” the ship. “Lord dragon!” she called, speaking Erashi. “We are not your enemy!” The desperation in her voice was obvious. Several other people joined her, some shading their eyes to get a better look at the dragon. He considered that they might have been fighting enemies from the
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red-sailed ships. Sytherek
red-sailed ships. Sytherek decided it would be rude to kill them, at least for the moment. He hovered next to the ship. “I am Sytherekkor-oran-issikkar,” he declared. “I protect these waters and lands to the south. Who are you?” The woman stepped forward and said, “I am Danelle Rahnor, Magister of Korsovah.” She bowed her head. “We did not intend to intrude on your territory, Lord Sytherek.” The dragon found her tone of reverence both flattering and annoying. “There is no Korsovah,” Sytherek replied. “I have seen the have seen the blasted remains of your homeland.” He paused for a moment, contemplating the woman before him. “You are far from other survivors and fighting more of your kind. Explain.” “Survivors?” a man cried amid the murmur of the other humans. “Tramora is destroyed,” Sytherek said bluntly. “Some humans were found on the shores of my brother’s
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lands to the
lands to the west.” He noticed the shocked looks, and sensed confused emotions. “Tell me what was happening here. Those vessels with red sails attacked me without provocation.” “Pirates, my lord,” Danelle said. “They are criminals who attack other people to steal and ransom. They came upon us this morning, and we were fighting for our lives. Your actions saved us from a terrible fate.” “Rescue was not my intent,” Sytherek said derisively. “I have no love have no love for your species. Humans once tried to kill me.” The people on the deck shrank away, though Danelle held her ground, still looking directly at the dragon. He saw something intriguing and familiar in the blond woman’s bearing, her willingness to face him. “Go west,” he continued. “Stay near the coast, past the dry lands, until you find the mouth of the black river Evvon. A
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few leagues upriver
few leagues upriver lay the remains of an abandoned human city named Tornaval. The other survivors will gather there to rebuild, and you should join them. When you arrive, find a man named Kaylen Thyr, and tell him I sent you.” Without further word, Sytherek lifted up and away, smiling at his private little joke. 65 Rolling thunder Rolling thunder and collapsing mountains dragged Kaylen violently out of a deep sleep. He jumped to his feet, grabbed for his weapon, tangled with the lean-to, and fell backward in an awkward heap of sticks and cloth. Thrashing about, he heard Zarah giggling. Calming himself, he pulled aside part of the tarp to see three heads, one small, two very large, looking at him intently. “Is there a problem?” Symurall asked, sounding so serious that Kaylen started laughing himself. The dragons watched as Zarah helped untangle him. “You
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look good this
look good this morning,” the sailor said to Narrahnjarra. “Certainly better than I do!” “I am fine,” the golden dragon replied. He wondered what she looking like in bright sunlight, deciding it sunlight, deciding it would be magnificent, and cursed the clouds again. It was as if the entire world was behind dirty glass; the dull colors seemed to be seeping into his skin and mind, leaving him feeling gritty and questioning if he would ever feel clean again. Narrahnjarra and Symurall walked down to the beach, and began speaking in their native tongue. Now Kaylen knew what had awakened him – the deep grumbles, growls, and tones of dragon-speech. He remembered Norgrim talking to Arrokka, and determined to learn the language of creatures that seemed to hold his destiny in their claws. “Ignorance is suicidal,” he said quietly. “What did you say?” Zarah asked. “Nothing
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important. Let’s see
important. Let’s see what the plan is.” “You cannot go north,” Narrahnjarra stated, switching to Erashi when the humans approached. “The air approached. “The air is foul with poisonous fumes, polluted by volcanoes that still erupt.” Her tone softened. “I am sorry. Tramora is ruined. I saw no one alive.” “Jennur and his fools aren’t going to believe us or your word,” Kaylen said. “Then let’s give him proof,” Zarah declared. “How?” “Rhysthyn is forty leagues east of here, and not much further north. If I bring Jennur a relic, something everyone can see and hold, maybe they will believe.” “I can take you there,” Symurall said. “I know the place from long ago.” “As for me, it is time to go home,” Narrahnjarra said. “Garthonnex should have returned from the First Colony, and we will know the extent of the disaster. On my way, I
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She gave Kaylen
She gave Kaylen a pointed look. “No, he doesn’t. I intend to keep it that way.” Her grim smile returned. “I was thinking about going home, to let my people know you’re here.” “So why help me?” She shrugged. “Habit, I guess. I hate seeing people die to these things.” “What now?” “I could go on my way,” Alanora said. “I know that’s what my father would want me to do.” A dark smile crossed her face. “Be thankful I’m not my father.” Tohkay scampered down the tower stairs and into the library. “A dragon is coming,” he said. “One of Kyazura’s brood.” Norgrim put down his book and pulled on his boots. “Can’t a dwarf get some peace for reading?” He sighed and stood up.
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“Well, let’s go
“Well, let’s go see who it is.” A young blue dragon alighted in the courtyard, and took a long drink from the fountain. It looked at Norgrim with apparent amusement. “I stopped for refreshment,” the dragon said, in deep but lovely female tones. “My name is Arrokka, daughter of Kyazura and Karfegren. Unless I am mistaken, you are Norgrim and Tohkay. I have seen you in our caverns from time to time.” “In the flesh,” Norgrim said. “And to what do we owe the pleasure of your visit?” “I take news to my mother.” She stretched her wings. 34 “What news?” The dragon pondered for a moment. “It likely does not affect you. The
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kehklik army is
kehklik army is many miles from here, and appears interested only in the humans at the seashore.” “Kehklik army?” Norgrim and Tohkay asked in unison. “Yes. My mother tasked several of us with watching for unusual activity near the humans. The army…” Norgrim interrupted. “How many? Where?” “You are quite impertinent. Several hundred kehklik, in four columns, ten leagues from the humans. I did not take time for an exact count.” “That makes no sense,” Tohkay stated. “The kehklik shouldn’t be ready to attack yet.” Norgrim started swearing loudly in Dwarven. “The volcanic eruptions! Earthquakes! The kehklik started hatching warriors the moment they felt the first tremors. They’ve got a three day head-start. Kaylen won’t be ready for this.” “I wish you good fortune,” Arrokka said. “I must hurry to my
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— 137 —
— 137 — New Orleans Harbor Channel New Orleans, Louisiana Tuesday Noon Bobby choked awake. The tarpaulin kept the sunlight off, the breeze out, and the heat in L a trade off. It let him know how an overcooked turkey felt. A small lizard skittered at eye level
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across the hot
across the hot deck plates, right out of a Japanese monster movie. He assumed they didnPt like the ride either. They werenPt as smart as the rats that, he figured, must have a better sense of im- pending motion. Gomez wasnPt okay. HePd been sick to his stomach. His shoulder had seized up, and his head throbbed, he said. He fell in and out of sleep. Even then, the pain stayed with him. It was im- possible for him to get comfortable. To Bobby, the fitful sleep seemed almost like semiconscious. There wasnPt much Bobby could do for him. While he was conscious, they talked a little. He moved the overhead tarp hePd
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rigged earlier to
rigged earlier to try to catch a little more of the breeze. Gomez appre- ciated it. It was a token effort on BobbyPs part, but Gomez was a man not used to much. Gomez reached for the water with his good — 138 — arm. MAmigo.N Gomez seemed to be attempting to lighten BobbyPs concern. MMy toothless smile to you, amigo.N He tilted his head in the direction of his shoulder as though he could read BobbyPs mind. MIs no bad, Bubby. I have worse.N He looked at Bobby intensely. MWe go Brownsville,
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Bubby. Together.N Bobby
Bubby. Together.N Bobby nodded in agreement. They understood each other. Bobby still intended to do the right thing. He had no plans to watch another man die. He checked his watch L three oPclock. HePd slept a long time. He examined his own condition and got himself up to date. He needed to eat. Both of them needed to eat L Gomez at least needed to try. He told Gomez and headed amidships. Despite the discomfort and exhaustion, he felt relatively in control. Maybe it had something to do with being on the water, manning the ship. Never having been a captain before, he smiled to himself as he looked around at the catastrophe he commanded.
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He sensed her
He sensed her riding light on the water, the plimsoll sitting higher than any of her markings, salt or fresh. There were no instruments to meas- ure how low a ghost ship should sit in the water. To him, the lower the better. Right now she rode much too high. It made her skid, vulnerable to the seas. The high-riding ghost, thatPs what theyPd call her. He imagined it as he walked. She had only her spirit to defend her. And here he was free to participate, drawn by her preposterous mysticism. It was something — 139 — only Bobby would see. He knew The Lady had that
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allure for him.
allure for him. Her motion enhanced it, and she hooked him into it without a lot of hesitation. HePd had the feeling in other ships hePd sailed. He saw it as the power of the water phantoms and the courage of the steel maidens who rode them L the mixing of the two in an unpredictable alchemy. He arrived at the supplies, let the journey drop for the moment, and opened a tin of beans with his knife, flat-blading them hungrily into his mouth. He didnPt chew much. Thick, cold beans werenPt the kind of taste that improved with chew- ing. It was food and he needed it. Life could get so simple. He finished half the can before he paused to
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backs. Renier had
backs. Renier had knocked Thomas down once in a friendly duel, and when the Preceptor had stepped in close to follow up, Thomas had retaliated by slamming him in the groin with the hilt of his main gauche. Renier didn t seem to hold it against Thomas, and his good humor never seemed to suffer. But Renier had a misguided perception of loyalty, and while he Chapter Three was not a bad influence on the young King, he was not a good one either. He often went out of his way to 30 repeat to Roland what everyone else in his hearing said, without regard for Roland s sensibilities or the safety of those whose careless words were later used against them. Thomas said, \ The ideal of
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perfect knighthood thinks it
perfect knighthood thinks it s his duty to tell Roland every word I say to him, and God knows what His Majesty would make of the question.\ \ Well, whatever you think.\ Lucas got to his feet slowly. He was only a few years older than his captain, but he moved like a much older man when he was tired. The reflexes go, Thomas thought, looking at the rapier lying on the table. And that s that. Lucas said, \ I m off to a well-deserved rest. Oh, there s that entertainment at court tonight. Will you need me?\ \ No, Gideon and I will take it. I ve doubled the duty list for it, what with all our other little troubles.\ The acting troupes brought to court by the Master
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of Revels didn
of Revels didn t ordinarily present much of a problem. Before they reached the palace they were examined for foreign spies or suspected anarchists, and the actors seldom turned mad and attacked anyone. \ What sort of play is it?\ \ An Aderassi Commedia.\ Thomas winced. \ Well, it could ve been a pastoral.\ He drained the tankard. \ Oh, there s this. I d forgotten.\ Lucas picked up a leather dispatch case from a pile along the wall and tossed it onto the table. It was stuffed with papers. Thomas looked at it without enthusiasm. \ What s that?\ \ The King s Watch sent it over. It s some writings and copies of documents from Grandier s heresy trial in Bisra.\
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\ You re
\ You re joking,\ Sitting up, Thomas pulled out the papers and thumbed through the pages of faded script. \ How did they get it?\ \ A Viscondin monk who was traveling in Bisra attended the trial. He asked one of the officiating priests if he could copy the documents, and they allowed it. None of it was considered secret, or important, apparently. The King s Watch said it wouldn t be of any use, but they know how you are about these things so they sent it along.\ As Lucas left, Thomas spread out the papers. The Viscondin Order was one of the few brotherhoods that could still cross the border to Bisra freely. The Church of Ile-Rien and the Church of Bisra had declared ecclesiastical war on each other when the bishops
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allude to the subject
allude to the subject of ages; if I am to play the role of twenty-one, the sooner I get into the part the better for us all; we all serve our own ends in this game, self-interest is, and ever has been, our strongest motive. For myself, I hate Pearl Villiers as I hated my step-mother before her, and I shall not willingly leave Broadlawns merely because we have no income to keep it up, when, by personating my step-sister–fortunately of my own Christian, as well as surname, thanks to the British habit of perpetuating family names–I gain the wherewithal to either remain in this peaceful English home,\ she said, ironically, \ or roam across seas with the husband or crank I am about to wed–a crank! to revolve the wheels of fortune, while I leave you both here like a pair
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of cooing doves. You,
of cooing doves. You, Aunt Elizabeth, gain your revenge on Mr. Babbington-Cole for his preference for my step-mother to yourself; oh, you needn t wince, my ears have been put to their proper use. You, Uncle, were spurned by my angel step-mother, you, pining not for her, but her yellow sovereigns, so….\ \ You are a witch, Margaret; how the d—-l did you find it out?\ \ Timothy, Timothy, be good enough not to swear in my presence.\ \ Oh, I have gleaned the truth in various devious paths from Sarah Kane in a weak mood, also letters, and I have not lost my sense of hearing; as you have told me since I could lisp that my wits are sharper than Rodgers cutlery; yes, if Broadlawns went to its owner or
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the hammer, you
the hammer, you joined the Salvation Army, and my step-sister dangled the purse, I feel it in my bones that I could now rival my tutors in living by my wits,\ she said, cruelly. \ You are not devoid of common sense, Margaret; and as we may not have another opportunity before your importunate suitor appears, I shall refresh your memory by reading again a clause or two of your late step-mother s will … to my husband, Henry Villiers, I bequeath the life use of one thousand pounds sterling per annum; at his death I will and bequeath the whole of my real and personal property to my only daughter (Pearl) Margaret Villiers … on my little (Pearl) Margaret Villiers attaining her majority, and becoming the wife of the aforesaid Charles Babbington-Cole, son of my friend, Hugh
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Babbington-Cole, of the
Babbington-Cole, of the Civil Service, Ottawa, Canada; my said daughter shall enter into possession of all my real and personal property, with the advice of Dr. Annesley, of London, England, or Hugh Babbington-Cole, Esquire, aforesaid, my said daughter to inherit all, subject to the following gifts. To Sarah Kane, five hundred pounds sterling and my wearing apparel; my piano, harp and music, I will and bequeath to the sister-in-law of my husband, Elizabeth Stone, for her mission-work, with the hope that their sweet notes will make her less acid to my poor little daughter, as also to the daughters of the poor to whom she brings the Gospel message of peace. To my step-daughter, Margaret Villiers, I leave my forgiveness for her persistent and unvarying unkindness to myself, with my copy of the Christian Martyrs. \
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CHAPTER VII. \ Fool!\
CHAPTER VII. \ Fool!\ muttered her step-daughter, vengefully. 59 \ Poor, carnal creature, we are now ordained to be almoners of the gold she would have spent sinfully on her daughter; we are saving Pearl from the perils of the rich, for easier is it for a camel to go through the—-\ \ Enough of that cant, Aunt; please keep it bottled up, it don t go down with us,\ interrupted her niece, hastily. \ The will is plain enough, considering that it was written by herself, and witnessed by Dr. Annesley, and that sneak, Silas Jones; how much the latter knows is hard to tell, I have pumped him indirectly without avail; Annesley, being a busy London physician, will not bother himself
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in the matter
in the matter now that Villiers is dead; he has no more love for us than we for him; our card is to expedite your union with speed and privacy; you will most likely go to Canada, as I expect Charles (as we best accustom ourselves to call him) will prefer such arrangement; I shall pay you regularly—-\ \ Yes, you d better not try any of your sharp tricks on me, Uncle; if the cheque is not forwarded to the day, Trenton and Barlow will interview you; my sword will also hang by a hair.\ \ How confoundedly smart we are,\ he answered, wrathfully. \ I have been brought up in a good school,\ she replied, sententiously. \ I am glad you are able to appreciate our many useful
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hall. Houses have
hall. Houses have their own manner of speech, and Hopefield Manor spoke to all the senses in accents of taste and refinement. A servant took my bag and ushered me into a charming library. A fire smouldered lazily in the great fireplace; there was, in the room, the faintest scent of burnt wood; but the smoke rose in the flue in a perfectly mannerly fashion, and on thrusting in my hand I felt a good draught of air. I instinctively knelt on the hearth and peered up, but saw nothing unworkmanlike: Pepperton was not a fellow to leave obvious mistakes behind him. But possibly this was not one of the recalcitrant fireplaces I had been called to inspect; and I rose and was continuing my enjoyment of the beautiful room, when I became conscious, by rather curious and mixed processes not wholly
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of the eye,
of the eye, that a young woman had drawn back the light portieres–they were dark brown, with borders of burnt orange–and stood gravely gazing at me. She held the curtains apart–they made, indeed, a kind of frame for her; but as our eyes met she advanced at once and spoke my name. [Illustration: She held the curtains apart.] \ You are Mr. Ames. My aunt expected you. I regret to say that she is not in the house just now, but she will doubtless return for tea. I am her niece. Won t you sit down?\ As she found a seat for herself, I made bold to survey her with some particularity. She carried her fine height with beautiful dignity. She was a creature of grace, and it was a grace of strength, the suppleness and
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ease that mark our
ease that mark our later outdoor American woman. She could do her miles over these hills,–I was sure of that. Her fine olive face, crowned with dark hair, verified the impression I had gathered from Jewett, that she was a woman of cultivation. She had read the poets; Dante and Petrarch spoke from her eyes. Cecilia was no bad name for her; she suggested heavenly harmonies! And as for Jewett s story of Wiggins s infatuation, I was content: if this was the face that had shattered the frowning towers of Wiggins s Ilium and sent him to brood disconsolate upon his broad acres in Dakota, my heart went out to him, for his armor had been pierced by arrows worthy of its metal. She was talking, meanwhile, of the day and its buoyant air and of the tapestries hung
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in the woodlands,
in the woodlands, in a voice deep with rare intimations of viol chords. \ It s very quiet here. It doesn t seem possible that we are so near the city. My aunt chose the place with care, and she made no mistake about it. Yes; the house was built by Mr. Pepperton, but not for us. My aunt bought it of the estate of the gentleman who built it. This will be her first winter here.\ She made no reference to the object of my visit, and I wondered if she knew just how I came there. A man-servant wheeled in a portable tea-table and placed it beside a particular chair, lighted the lamp under the kettle, and silently departed. And with the stage thus disposed Miss Hollister herself appeared. She greeted me without surprise and
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much as she
much as she might have spoken to any guest in her house. I had sometimes been treated as though I were the agent of a decorator s shop, or a delinquent plumber, by the people whom I served; but Miss Hollister and her niece established me upon a plane that was wholly social. I was made to feel that it was the most natural thing in the world for me to be there, having tea, with no business ahead of me but to be agreeable. The fact that I had come to correct the distemper of their flues was utterly negligible. I remembered with satisfaction that I had journeyed from town in a new business suit that made the best of my attenuated figure, and I will not deny that I felt at ease. Miss Hollister talked briskly as she made
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than the Hamr,
than the Hamr, is the Astral Body which exists as a shroud for the Hamr. This is where our emotional passions are stored as psychic energy. At still a more subtle level, the Causal Body enshrouds the astral. This constitutes the subconscious mind, which is a storehouse for all our past thoughts, emotional reactions to environmental stimuli, and the energetic structures from deeds performed. These things constitute what our Norse ancestors called “wyrd,” which is the substance that manifests as Ørlög, or Karma. At an even more subtle level is the Mental Body, enshrouding the causal. This is the actual conscious mind itself. This is where mental impressions and habits are stored. That which we are, manifests through the Hugr, then. Beyond this, we have present-life experiences that form who we are, with everything else providing an underlying ego structure which
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determines how we
determines how we perceive and react to environmental stimuli. Enshrouding the Mental Body is an Upper Etheric Sound Matrix responsible for the manifestation of the Mental, Causal and Astral Bodies. These subtle bodies of the Hugr are part of their respective planes, or dimensions. Many planes subdivide these general designations, so allow me to provide a brief description at this time. In some circles, each general plane is referred to as a Harmonic Universe (noted as: HU). Within each “HU,” there are three dimensional realms; and each of these contains its own Astral Plane. Thus, each major plane (HU) consists of six sub-planes. There are three dimensional realms, and three astral planes making up each one. The numbers and letters in parentheses indicate the astral realm associated with the dimensional realm: HU-5, D-13 (13-A), D-14 (14-A), D15 (15-A) Soul Plane HU-4,
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D-10 (10-A), D-11
D-10 (10-A), D-11 (11-A, )D-12 (12-A) Mental Plane HU-3, D-7 (7-A), D-8 (8-A), D-9 (9-A) Causal Plane HU-2, D-4 (4-A), D-5 (5-A), D-6 (6-A) Astral Plane HU-1, D-1 (1-A), D-2 (2-A), D-3 (3-A) Physical Plane The Hugr (auric field) consists of the Astral, Causal and Mental sheaths, or bodies associated with their respective planes of origin. Each body consists of six vibratory sheaths. Examining the Causal Body, for instance, we find that there is a sheath of D-7 vibrational frequency, one of D-8, and another of D-9. Each of these has its own astral counterpart at a more subtle level. Now let’s examine what happens when our electro-tonal energy-identity makes its way through the various planes, to the physical. HU-5 is called the Soul Plane or Spiritual Plane, because it is above (in vibratory frequency) the material worlds of dualism.
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The incoming
The incoming energy-identity requires a Soul Body in this realm, and may now be referred to as the Soul Essence, or Hamingja. This is the Higher Self. The three elements making up the Soul Body are as follows: HU-4 is called the Mental plane, because this is where the three elements of our Mental Body were obtained. They consist of the following: HU-3 is called the Causal Plane, because this is where the three elements of our Causal Body (subconscious) were obtained. They consist of the following: HU-2 is called the Astral Plane, because this is where the three elements of our Astral Body were obtained. They consist of the following; 1. 6th dimensional psychic consciousness 2. 5th dimensional Light 3. 4th dimensional passion and ego awareness
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amusements. The dyke leading
amusements. The dyke leading out of the river by the White House is a regular harbour for pike, which is continually restocked from the river. It is private property, but just at the mouth of the dyke, in the navigable river, is a good spot. At least three hundred pike were taken here last winter by Norwich artisans. \ What graceful craft these wherries, as you call them, are!\ remarked Wynne, as he rapidly sketched the high-peaked sail of one which was slowly beating to windward or \ turning,\ as the vernacular hath it, up the narrow river. [Picture: A Norfolk Wherry] And he was quite right. There is not a line that is not graceful about a Norfolk wherry. She has a long low hull with a rising sheer to stem and stern,
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which are both
which are both pointed. She has a tall and massive mast supporting a single large sail which is without a boom, but has a very long gaff launching out boldly at an angle of forty-five degrees. The curve of the brown or black sail from the lofty peak to the sheet is on all points of sailing a curve of beauty. The wherries are trading crafts carrying from twenty to fifty tons of cargo. They are manned generally by one man, who sometimes has the aid of his wife or children. They are nearly as fast as yachts, sail closer to the wind, and are wonderfully handy. The mast is weighted at the keel with one or two tons of lead, and is so well balanced that a lad can lower or raise it with the greatest ease, when it is necessary to
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pass under a
pass under a bridge. Wherries are the most conspicuous objects in a Norfolk broad landscape, and are in sight for miles, as they follow the winding courses of the rivers, often nothing but the sail visible above the green marsh. Very many of these wherries have been converted into sailing house boats or pleasure barges, and so constitute most admirable floating homes for those who like cruising with greater comfort than small yachts can give. It was an hour before we got under way again, and when, after sailing down the long straight reach by Whitlingham, we came in sight of the eminence known as Postwick Grove, Wynne wished to land in order that he might see the view from the top. The man burst into open grumbling, so we asked him if the trip were undertaken
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girl of perhaps twenty-two
girl of perhaps twenty-two who spoke. \ The gentleman is quite right. Besides, I thought it rather good fun.\ \ Good fun!\ snapped her mother. \ Good fun to be jerked about and trampled on and insulted! And where is our baggage? Will we ever see it again?\ \ Oh, the baggage is safe enough,\ Stewart assured her. \ The troops will detrain somewhere this side the frontier, and we can all take our old seats.\ \ But why should they travel by this train? Why should they not take another train? Why should they—-\ CHAPTER II \ Are we all here?\ broke in an anxious voice. \ Is anyone missing?\ There was a moment s counting,
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then a general
then a general sigh of relief. The number was found correct. From somewhere up the line a whistle sounded, and the state of the engine-driver s nerves could be inferred 15 from the jerk with which he started–quite an American jerk. All the women who were standing, screamed and clutched at each other and swayed back and forth as if wrestling. Stewart found himself wrestling with the buxom woman. \ I cannot stand!\ she declared. \ It is outrageous that I should have to stand!\ and she fixed glittering eyes upon the bearded stranger. \ No American would remain seated while a woman of my age was standing!\ But the bearded stranger gazed blandly out of the window at the passing landscape. There was
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a moment s
a moment s silence, during which everyone looked at the heartless culprit. Stewart had an uneasy feeling that, if he were to do his duty as an American, he would grab the offender by the collar and hurl him through the window. Then the woman next to the stranger bumped resolutely into him, pressed him into the corner, and disclosed a few inches of the seat. \ Sit here, Mrs. Field,\ she said. \ We can all squeeze up a little.\ The pressure was tremendous when Mrs. Field sat down; but the carriage was strongly built and the sides held. The slender girl came and stood by Stewart. \ What s it all about?\ she asked. \ Has there been a riot or something?\ \ There is going to be
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How very, very
How very, very lonely he must have been!\ said she. \ Very, very lonely!\ said the pewter soldier; \ but it is delightful not to be forgotten!\ 9 \ Delightful!\ shouted something close by; but no one, except the pewter soldier, saw that it was a piece of the hog s-leather hangings; it had lost all its gilding, it looked like a piece of wet clay, but it had an opinion, and it gave it: \ The gilding decays, But hog s leather stays!\ This the pewter soldier did not believe. ———— THE DROP OF WATER. What a magnifying glass is, you surely know–such a round sort of spectacle-glass that makes everything full a
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hundred times larger
hundred times larger than it really is. When one holds it before the eye, and looks at a drop of water out of the pond, then one sees above a thousand strange creatures. It looks almost like a whole plateful of shrimps springing about among each other, and they are so ravenous, they tear one another s arms and legs, tails and sides, and yet they are glad and pleased in their way. Now, there was once an old man, who was called by every body Creep-and-Crawl; for that was his name. He would always make the best out of everything, and when he could not make anything out of it he resorted to witchcraft. Now, one day he sat and held his magnifying glass before his eye, and looked at a drop of water that was taken
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out of a
out of a little pool in the ditch. What a creeping and crawling was there! all the thousands of small creatures hopped and jumped about, pulled one another, and pecked one another. \ But this is abominable!\ said Creep-and-Crawl, \ Can one not get them to live in peace and quiet, and each mind his own business?\ And he thought and thought, but he could come to no conclusion, and so he was obliged to conjure. \ I must give them a color, that they may be more discernible!\ said he; and so he poured something like a little drop of red wine into the drop of water, but it was bewitched blood from the lobe of the ear–the very finest sort for a penny; and then all the strange creatures became rose-colored over the whole body. It
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looked like a
looked like a whole town of naked savages. \ What have you got there?\ said another old wizard, who had no name, and that was just the best of it. \ Why,\ said Creep-and-Crawl, \ if you can guess what it is, I will make you a present of it; but it is not so easy to find out when one does not know it!\ The wizard who had no name looked through the magnifying glass. It actually appeared like a whole town, where all the inhabitants ran about without clothes! it was terrible, but still more terrible to see how the one knocked and pushed the other, bit each other, and drew one another about. What was undermost should be topmost, and what was topmost should be undermost!–See there, now! his leg is
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dry ground. There was nothing in the religious and secular life of the times to foreshadow the appearance of one of the great hymnwriters, not only of Denmark but of the world. The latter part of the 16th and the first half of the 17th centuries mark a rather barren period in the religious 10 and cultural life of Denmark. The spiritual ferment of the Reformation had subsided into a staid and uniform Lutheran orthodoxy. Jesper Brochman, a bishop of Sjælland and the most famous theologian of that age, praised king Christian IV for \\ the zeal with which from the beginning of his reign he had exerted himself to make all his subjects think and talk alike about divine things\\ . That the foremost leader of the church thus should recommend an

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effort to impose

effort to impose uniformity upon the church by governmental action proves to what extent church life had become stagnant. Nor did such secular culture as there was present a better picture. The Reformation had uprooted much of the cultural life that had grown up during the long period of Catholic supremacy, but had produced no adequate substitute. Even the once refreshing springs of the folk-sings had dried up. Writers were laboriously endeavoring to master the newer and more artistic forms of poetry introduced from other countries, but when the forms had been achieved the spirit had often fled, leaving only an empty shell. Of all that was written during these years only one song of any consequence, \\ Denmark s Lovely Fields and Meadows\\ , has survived. Against this bleak background the work of Kingo stands out as an amazing

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achievement. Leaping all

achievement. Leaping all the impediments of an undeveloped language and an equally undeveloped form, Danish poetry by one miraculous sweep attained a perfection which later ages have scarcely surpassed. Thomas Kingo Of this accomplishment, Grundtvig wrote two hundred years later: \\ Kingo s hymns represent not only the greatest miracle of the 17th century but such an exceptional phenomenon in the realm of poetry that it is explainable only by the fates who in their wisdom preserved the seed of an Easter Lily for a thousand years, and then returned it across the sea that it might flower in its original soil\\ . Kingo s family on the paternal side had immigrated to Denmark from that part of Scotland which once had been settled by the poetic Northern sea rovers, and Grundtvig thus conceives the poetic genius

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Bay, when the
Bay, when the illumined city, with the Industrial Exhibition of 1887 in full swing, burst upon the view. The bands of music in and about the city, at the Horticultural Gardens and on the fair grounds, with the hum of many voices, fill the evening air with a glad song of joy. \ What a sparkling scene,\ cried Mrs. Dale; \ see, Garfield, my boy, all the boats lit from bow to stern.\ \ They look as pretty as you in your diamonds, mamma.\ \ It is quite a pretty sight, and the city also,\ said Miss Crew; \ I had no idea Canada could attempt anything to equal this.\ \ So much for England s instructions of her young ideas how to shoot, as to her colonies,
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Miss Crew,\
Miss Crew,\ said Dale; \ Come, confess that a few squaws, bearing torches, with their lordly half smoking the calumet, was the utmost you expected.\ \ Oh, Mr. Dale, please don t exaggerate our ignorance in this respect; I am not quite so bad as a lady at home, who thought Toronto a chain of mountains, and Ottawa an Indian chief.\ \ One of Fenimore Cooper s, I hope,\ laughed Buckingham, \ who hunted buffalo on the boundless prairie, instead of your lean gophers who hunt rusty bacon from agents who, some say, use him to swindle the public CHAPTER I. and line their own pockets. But listen; what a medley of sounds.\ \ And lights,\ cried Mrs. Dale; \ it
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looks as if
looks as if annexation was on, and they were firing up some of our gold dollars as sky rockets.\ \ It s pretty good for Canada, mamma,\ said Garfield, patronisingly. \ You say Toronto is quite a business centre, Buckingham?\ \ Oh, yes; quite so; it makes one think of commercial union. Do you advocate it, Dale?\ 35 \ Well, as you know, Buckingham, I am not even yet sufficiently Americanised to look upon it from other than a British standpoint, and so do not advocate it, as it seems a slight to the Mother Country. What is your idea of advantages derived by Canada were it a fait accompli?\ \ She would gain larger markets; her natural resources would
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be developed, especially
be developed, especially her mineral, in which I am,\ he added, jokingly, \ looking out for the interest of that most important number one, while also number two would benefit in home manufactures.\ \ You amuse me; I honestly believe number one is a universal lever; yet still in a way we are each patriotic; but, again, you must see that commercial union would be the forerunner of annexation.\ \ Yes, likely, though not for some time, but evolution will bring that about in a natural sort of way, as a final settlement of all vexed questions, whether,\ he added laughingly, \ of humanity or–fish.\ \ Oh, I don t know that, but you have the fish at all events and mean to keep them too; humanity may follow, but I
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should not like
should not like to see the colonies hoist another flag. But here we are at last, at the portals of the Queen City, and such a multitude of people makes one feel as if one might be crowded out,\ he said, uneasily, as the Chicora came in at Yonge Street wharf. \ Don t bother your head about your rooms, Dale, you secured them by telegram.\ \ I did, ten days ago, though.\ \ You never fear, they will be all right, the manager is a thorough business man,\ he said quietly, gathering up the belongings of the ladies. \ You are invaluable, Mr. Buckingham,\ said Mrs. Dale, \ and are as gallant as if you had as many wives as Blue Beard.\ \ Rather
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a scaly compliment,
a scaly compliment, Buckingham,\ laughed his friend. \ She means well, but the fish are not far off,\ he answered, picking up Garfield, and giving his arm to quiet Miss Crew. CHAPTER II. CHAPTER II. WHO IS WHO IN A MEDLEY. \ What a moving sea of faces!\ exclaimed Miss Crew. \ Yes, quite a few, and look as if they required laundrying–bodies, bones, and all.\ \ Here, Garfield, though you are very old as you say, you had better take my hand,\ said Miss Crew, nervously, as Mr. Buckingham set him down on the wharf. \ Oh, no, he must go with his father,\ cried Mrs. Dale.
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No, he would be a fool to bring her in now. To pay that unthinkable price in order to stop something that mightn’t even be real! And yet the idea of selling Gus out, of letting her know what he really was, of smearing him to her behind his back … it remained compelling, somehow. It would be such a shame not to do it, at least partially. Fenton kept coming back to the notion, sniffing at it like an interested dog. It had an undeniable primal appeal. For one thing it would provide him with a legitimate reason to sit down alone with her and talk. And that was by no means a trivial consideration. In fact there had been times when this had struck him as
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the most difficult
the most difficult part of the whole thing: finding his hook, his entree, the valid passport to con- versation, the wormhole in space that would admit him to the miracle of regular one-on-one interaction with her. He had waited for months for an ice- breaker half as good as this one. It would hurt like hell not to use it. And the smearing itself, the actual physical moment of telling her: he knew already that that would feel very good. It would feel like a kind of sexual betrayal. Not as good as actual sexual betrayal, obviously. But a lot better than no kind of sexual betrayal at all. And by no means a bad first step towards the real thing. How sweet it would be to show her that draft
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death list, the
death list, the one on which Warren had written her name by mistake! A document that confirmed not just Gus’s criminal insanity, but his wretched incom- petence to boot! What a sublime pincer movement! How could she possibly go on loving the fat fool once she’d seen that? If only there were some safe way to deliver the blow. A way to screw Gus without screwing himself. A way to make her see roughly what the porky sociopath was into, without making her feel compelled to step immediately in and stop it, thereby blowing Fenton’s cover into the stratosphere. But maybe there was. Maybe he could tell her just part of the truth. Just as much of it as he needed to, and no more. Just enough of it
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to make her
to make her see that her boyfriend was both a bumbling cretin and a slavering lunatic. But not enough to make her want to discuss the matter with him. Nothing too alarmist or feasible-sounding, nothing that might strike her as a clarion call for her immediate intervention. Enough to make her skin crawl, but not enough to raise her hair. It would be a tricky balance to strike. But the rewards just 104 might be unimaginably sweet. And maybe he could take another precaution before telling her. A precaution so crassly obvious that he’d come close to overlooking it. Maybe he could simply make her promise not to raise the matter with Gus. Other people did that sort of thing. Why shouldn’t he? Would
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it strike her
it strike her as too forward? He doubted it. After all, she had asked him to keep her informed, hadn’t she? In fact, hadn’t she come right out and told him that she could keep a secret? Which was pretty fucking forward in its own right, wasn’t it? Yes! Of course it was. Why hadn’t he thought about that statement more, far more? If that wasn’t a green light, an in-principle agreement to participate in Gus’s sexual downfall, then Fenton didn’t know what was. He sprang from bed with relative exuberance. He jived purposefully into his commie threads. Yes! One day soon, perhaps even today, he would get her alone, and swear her to secrecy, and
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shouelard,[15] wch build
shouelard,[15] wch build upon the topps of high trees. they haue formerly built in the Hernerie at claxton & Reedham now at Trimley in Suffolk. they come in march & are shot by fowlers not for their meat butt the handsomenesse of the same, remarkable in their white colour copped crowne & spoone or spatule like bill. [15] This interesting record has recently been supplemented by a much earlier record of the breeding of the \ Popeler,\ or Shovelard, in Norfolk. Professor Newton (\ Transactions of N. and N. Nat. Soc.,\ vi., p. 158) has called attention to an ancient document bearing date A.D. 1300, instituting a commission to inquire into the harrying of the eyries of these and other birds, &c., at Cantley and other places in Norfolk. Documents also exist, showing that in 1523 they nested
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at Fulham in
at Fulham in Middlesex, and in 1570 in West Sussex, as pointed out by Mr. Harting in the \ Zoologist\ for 1877, p. 425, and 1886, p. 81, in each case constructing their nests in Notes and Letters on the Natural History of by Thomas Browne 17 trees. At what precise date this bird ceased to breed in Norfolk and Suffolk is unknown, but Sir T. Browne s statement that they were \ shot by fowlers not for their meat, butt the handsomenesse of the same,\ probably explains the circumstances which brought about that event. The Spoonbill visits Norfolk regularly every spring in small parties now more numerously than a few years since, which possibly may be accounted for by the destruction of nearly all its
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breeding-places in Holland,
breeding-places in Holland, and it is possible that with due encouragement it might again be induced to breed in some of the localities in the Broads still suitable for the purpose. corvus marinus. cormorants.[16] building at Reedham upon trees from whence King charles the first was wont to bee supplyed. beside the Rock cormorant wch breedeth in the rocks in northerne countries & cometh to us in the winter, somewhat differing from the other in largenesse & whitenesse under the wings. [16] The Cormorant continued to nest in the trees on the shore of Fritton Lake for many years after Sir T. Browne s time. A manuscript note in a copy of Berkenhout s \ Natural History of Great Britain and Ireland,\ published in 1769, is descriptive of a Cormorant killed at Belton Decoy (near the same lake)
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on the 11th September,
on the 11th September, 1775, and also states that \ a vast number of these birds, even to some thousands, roost every night upon the trees,\ being in the neighbourhood of the decoy they are never shot, and \ build their nests upon the top of these trees.\ According to Mr. Lubbock (\ Fauna of Norf.,\ Ed. 2, p. 174), \ in 1825 there were many nests at Herringfleet, also on Fritton Lake, and in 1827 not one.\ We may therefore assume that they ceased to nest at Herringfleet in 1825 or 1826. It will be noticed that Browne made free use of young Cormorants in his experiments as to the properties of certain drugs (cf. Wilkin, iv., p. 452), which would seem to indicate that he could obtain a plentiful supply of these birds. When the Cormorants ceased
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(“My grandfather,” Norgrim
(“My grandfather,” Norgrim interjected proudly.) – reversed the energies unleashed by Angaval, utterly destroying the wizard and most of the city of Roqat. A grand sacrifice that probably saved the dwarves from what came later. Your people benefit from Kyazura’s subsequent patronage, do they not? (Norgrim smiled grimly, and said nothing.) The other attacks were, sadly, more successful. Sytherek survived Sevren’s attack only by luck. Two of his mate’s siblings perished, great adult dragons who died protecting the rookery. Shielding his brood from the blast, Sytherek himself was grievously wounded, crippled, vast chunks of rock and crystal shattered into his flesh, leaving scars on both body and soul – and even so, his youngest offspring was injured badly. I understand why he feels as he does toward
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humankind. As for
humankind. As for Symurall… he suffered greater tragedy. He was visiting Kyazura when the attacks began. As his sister flew to aid their brother, Symurall rushed home, where his mate Kahshiki was preparing to birth their first young. Even dragons can only move so quickly, and he arrived too late, watching Eshohvah’s magic collapse the mountain over his caverns. Symurall 19 lost Kahshiki and his unborn child. Can you imagine how a nearly immortal race views death? A treacherous death at that? Of a loved one? Of offspring? The madness of a dragon is something I hope never to see. Symurall gathered a mighty flight of dragons from many
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colonies; a day and night of thunder and flame shattered and melted the great castle of Eshohvah at his stronghold near the city of Tornaval. At the same time, Sytherek’s mate, Vallahnoka, led an assault that erased Sevren’s capitol of Qumasi from the face of the world with storms and sand tornadoes. Every military outpost, every center of learning, every army in the field – all elements of human power were utterly destroyed. Kaylen sat silently, leaning back in the chair, legs outstretched. The day had slipped into twilight, the room darkening. Norgrim started working in the fireplace, and soon he had a blaze going. Tohkay simply sat still, like a statue, staring at the human. “I don’t know what to think,” Kaylen finally said. “Why didn’t Symurall
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blurted it out
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was busy making notes,
was busy making notes, focusing himself. More competencies to ir- ritate Howie. Robert couldnPt help but notice HowiePs efforts at reading the inverted writing as he stood dripping water onto the deck in front of Forster. MIPm sorry about that little slip down there.N Robert said it without meaning a word. MYou — 94 — okay?N Howie stood before him, exhausted and breathing hard, not at all the man who arrived shipside a few hours earlier. MWhere do you wanna start? Engine room?N He said between breaths. MNo problem there. ShePs in great shape.N
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Robert
Robert registered HowiePs attempt to gloss over the situation. MReal tight. DonPt need to bother.N Howie was- nPt making eye contact at the moment. MLike I said, Rob.N Howie worked the familiar now, one last try. MThis is a formality, nothinP more. We can sew the whole deal up quick. LetPs you and me sit and talk. Work somethinP out. Do the pa- pers and we can all have an early day.N HowiePs body got spastic, his words and motions like two songs on the same radio station, same time. MWhat do you say, Rob? Earn your pay the easy way?N Howie rubbed his gut and gave a burnt-out
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smile. MI
smile. MI sure as hell do! What do you say, Rob?N MIPm going to start in the engine room, Mister Morgan. I would prefer to do the inspection on my own. I know my way around and if I have any questions, IPll find you.N As he turned and headed astern, HowiePs face showed distortion. He stopped, turning in time to catch HowiePs expression. MAnd just for the sake of propriety, so nobody thinks therePs anything in- appropriate happening, I suggest we stay on a last-name basis.N He mocked a wink. MWe would- nPt want anyone to think therePs collusion involved in this inspection, would we, Mister Morgan?N — 95
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— MAbsolutely not!N
— MAbsolutely not!N Bobby had been watching it all from the aft quarterdeck. HePd seen the show, admired the manPs skill with the ladder as well as his creative impudence L letting Howie go for the unsched- uled swim. That was something Bobby wouldnPt do, but then he knew Howie a little better than Forster did. As Bobby rounded the front of the quarterdeck he almost stepped on Gomez asleep under some partly rotted canvas up close beside the quarter- deck cowling. He moved past his sleeping mate, passing Forster about a third of the way amid- ships. They didnPt acknowledge each other beyond a nod. Bobby wondered if ForsterPd noticed the slight smirk in his eyes, the admiration.
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Encountering Howie at
Encountering Howie at the hatchway into the hold, Bobby figured HowiePs state of mind from the violent, vibrating blaze coming up through his body and out through his eyes. MTake it easy, Howie.N Bobby lacked the energy for conversa- tion. MMotherfuckinP faggot asshole!N Howie slammed his fist hard into the watertight hatch cover. MHePs gonna fuck us up! I know it!N Foam accumulated around the corners of his mouth. MWhere the fuckPs my briefcase?N MChill out, Howie. Bobby grabbed him by the arm, trying to soften his words, staying non- threatening. MGet some sleep. Let him do the in- spection.
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white collar also marked him as a member of their sect that regarded any kind of ornamentation as a work of Hell; the opulence of the palace must seem almost a personal insult. The ambassador s hard eyes swept the room, pausing on Galen Dubell s scholar s cope and narrowing in dismayed disgust. Turning to the High Minister, he said, \ Another sorcerer for the King s menagerie, Lord Aviler?\ In Bisra, the magical as well as most of the philosophical arts were condemned, though the theurgic magic their priest-magicians practiced had been a deadly barrier against outside attack during the war. Sorcery that was not performed under the auspices of the Bisran Church was outlawed, and punishable by death. Aviler hesitated, his diplomatic smile turning thin with annoyance, unable to find the right words to defend
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Dubell s honor
Dubell s honor without insulting the ambassador. Before the silence could last long enough to give the Bisran a victory, Thomas interposed, \ Perhaps that s a subject you should discuss with the King himself?\ The ambassador flicked a resentful glance at him and received only an ingenuous smile in response. As a matter of policy, Roland did not receive the Bisran ambassador, who was not very pleased with this arrangement, since it required him to address his demands to the considerably less malleable Dowager Queen. But why is he here in the middle of the night? It could be only obstinate determination to get a hearing no matter who he inconvenienced, but Thomas doubted it. To compound the Bisran s discomfort, he added, \ But I m sure my lady Ravenna dealt with you to
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her best ability.\
her best ability.\ The ambassador said, \ Her Majesty was most… civil,\ and favored him with the same cold scrutiny he had employed on Dubell. The Bisran Court did not allow favorites to wield political power, so the ambassador tended to discount Thomas s position and influence, and cordially hated him as well. It probably didn t help either that the shape and tilt of Thomas s black eyes gave his face a naturally cynical slant, and that with his dark hair and beard this effect made him resemble certain popular portraits of the Prince of Hell. If the ambassador had noticed the evidence Thomas s climb on a wet and dirty building had left on his clothing, no doubt he attributed it to some adventure in debauchery. Turning stiffly back to Aviler, the ambassador said,
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\ Another matter.
\ Another matter. I wanted to make certain you understood that if Ile-Rien offers shelter to the devil s son Grandier, the cost may be more than you are prepared to pay.\ Aviler bowed, his reserved manner masking a certain wariness. \ I assure you, my lord Ambassador, Ile-Rien has no intention of offering shelter to a criminal sorcerer who has caused your land such pain.\ Besides, Grandier hasn t asked for shelter, Thomas thought. Unfortunately. And since the Bisran sorcerer had announced his arrival in Ile-Rien by abducting a prominent Lodun scholar of Galen Dubell s reputation, it hardly seemed possible that he would. But it was likely that the ambassador was only using Grandier s presence in the city as an excuse for a confrontation with Ravenna, and if he was being
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as they relate
as they relate to that which has been created, we won’t comprehend the technology that we are dealing with either. The Higher Self is of extreme importance to us in this regard, because he or she can, if we remain diligent, gradually increase our I.Q. to about 250 or 300. In addition, we can be guided to sources of information we require, and taught things beyond those sources, by the Higher Self. I wrote “Creation” solely by the grace of my Higher Self, after many years studying the things he told me to study. At the same time however, I realize that as far as creation goes, my work is extremely deficient. Elsewhere in the universe, it would compare to an explanation from a children’s book. My purpose for including “Creation” in this book is to provide a basis for understanding the universe and the phenomena
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to be encountered
to be encountered outside this hell created for us by Dominion. There is more to be learned in some of my discourses and workshops, but understanding things in terms of creation will allow you to be taken after your escape, to a place where you can be educated. Being one with your Higher Self will allow you to grasp that which is taught to you. Don’t think that you will be turned loose in the universe, just because you escaped hell. Read the chapter on creation carefully, with the realization that you can refer back to it as you develop and grow on the path, and as your I.Q. gradually increases. We don’t have to be retarded children in the universe when we have use of the Higher Self. CHAPTER:10 CREATION When we think of creation, we naturally think in
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terms of that
terms of that which has been created, or the process by which things are manifested. Christians do not even question the creation by god, accepting a story that provides a six-day chronology, without revealing anything whatsoever, about the creative process. The Norse myths provide a brief outline of creation in terms of fire and ice, with the gods and goddesses being part of that creation. In actuality, the creation of the Norse Gods constitutes an allegory describing our escape from hell. This is the creation of our path home, to a place beyond this 3rd dimensional realm where we have been trapped within the cycles of births and deaths. The so-called gods and goddesses were actually our ancestors who were deified for mythological purposes. Any creative process must by necessity, involve quantum mechanics. Toward such an understanding, we will explore that which constitutes the
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creative process, as
creative process, as well as that which facilitates it. As I’ve stated already, the original source of creation was known by our ancient ancestors as the “All”; but when our esoteric tradition had to go underground, Odin, as Chief of the Æsir, was elevated to the status of “Allfather.” Due to the Christian Inquisition and the murder of our ancient Vitkar, Odin is all that remains today, of our people’s concept of a God, along with the remainder of a pantheon which ranks under him. I dislike the use of the term God, however, because it carries with it, the connotation of a humanoid being with infinite power, who rewards his creations when they please him, and condemns them to eternal punishment when he gets angry. This, as we know, is Dominion. The “All,” on the other hand, is everything-both inner and outer. Since everything
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the broken statue
the broken statue had tripped him and was still holding onto his ankle. He drew his main gauche and smashed at it with the hilt. The hand shattered and fell away, but the angel was almost on top of him. Scrambling desperately backward, he caught the base of a tall bronze candlestand and pulled it down on the Chapter One 8 angel. The heavy holder in the top struck the statue in the temple, knocking loose a chunk of plaster. It reared back and Thomas got to his feet, keeping hold of the candlestand. As it lurched toward him again he swung the stand. A large piece of the wing cracked and fell away as the blow connected, and the creature staggered, suddenly unbalanced.
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Past the stumbling
Past the stumbling statue he saw movement on the stairs. There were dark writhing shapes climbing the steps, dragging themselves upward on the banisters. He backed away, realizing it was the vines that had sprung out of the carpet in the first room. Are they filling the entire house? The situation was horrible enough, it hardly needed that. And he had known he couldn t get out the way he had gotten in, but he had hoped to have the front door as an option. Now that way was blocked. Thomas dropped the candlestand and turned to the other door. He pulled it open and one quick glance told him the room seemed unoccupied by statues. He slammed the door closed as the angel lumbered awkwardly toward him, bracing against it as he shoved the bolt home. He stepped
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back as the
back as the thing battered against the other side. Moonlight from high undraped windows revealed shelf-lined walls stacked with leatherbound books, most chained to the shelves. It was a large room, crowded with the paraphernalia of both library and alchemical laboratory, quiet except for the erratic tick of several lantern docks. There was a writing desk untidily crammed with paper, and workbenches cluttered with flasks and long-necked bottles of colored glass. It smelled of tallow from cheap candles, the musty odor of books, and an acrid scent from residue left in the containers or staining floors and tabletops. He drew his rapier again and moved around the overladen tables, inbred caution making him avoid the stained patches left by alchemical accidents on the floor. He knew he would have to come back to this house at some point: the desks
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and cabinets crammed
and cabinets crammed with scribbled papers would undoubtedly hold some of Grandier s secrets, but now he hadn t time to sort the vital information from the trash. Thomas circled the rotting bulk of a printing press and a cabinet overflowing with ink-stained type, and stopped. At the far end of the room, hidden by stacked furniture and shadows, was a man seated in a plain chair. He faced the wall and seemed to be lost in thought. Dressed in a black cope and a baggy scholar s cap, his face was angular and lean in profile and his hair and beard were gray. He didn t seem to be breathing. Then Thomas saw the shimmer of reflected moonlight from the window and realized the man was encased in an immense glass ball. Wondering at it, he took
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This afternoon if…N MName
This afternoon if…N MName of your vessel, Mister Howard.N MMorgan.N Howie got the kickass feelings going again. MHoward Rupert Morgan.N Howie emphasized the Rupert in his name. Somebody once told him it had class. He agreed. — 64 — MOne moment, please.N The bastards were pushing it, trying to get him to fuck up. He steadied himself, fiddled with the remote control, flicking between porno movies. Love that Pierre L he knew how to live. One of the women on the television is teasing a black snake with her vagina. It was a big
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snake, and Howie was
snake, and Howie was impressed. He envied the snake. He thought it cared, wanted to be a serpent himself someday. MIPm sorry, sir. I have no papers from Inter- national Salvage on the Howard Rupert Morgan.N MThatPs my name!N He grabbed his patience and lost sight of the snake. If the bastard had been in the room he wouldPve beat him. MIPm sorry Mister, uh, Morgan. I asked you for the shipPs name.N MThe Lady Inca. I think. Yeah. I mean yes, The Lady Inca. ThatPs it.N MOne moment, Mr. Morgan, IPll bring it up on the computer again.N There were two women on the screen now, a brand new movie. MYes Mister Morgan. I have
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it here.
it here. Every- thingPs done but the inspection.N Howie braced for the argument. MDid you want to take care of that today?N Howie laid some momentary dead air himself. What kind of trip was this guy on? No argument? Today? Came around real quick, maybe he could work a bribe. Maybe. He grabbed the offer. MThatPd be outstanding.N Howie figured he owned the guy. MWe want to get her off tomorrow morn- — 65 — ing.N MIs she inspection ready?N MYeah.N He lied. MRight straight seaworthy for a burned-out derelict.N There was no response. Howie tensed, realizing he shouldnPt have gotten casual.
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He worked to
He worked to cover himself, and sound se- rious over the phone. MA seaworthy derelict.N MI hope so, Mister Morgan.N Robert ForsterPs voice was sober, hinting at reproach. MWe donPt insure derelicts.N MOf course not. ShePs seaworthy. We put a lot of work into her.N He laughed. MShePs safe as a bank. Two very skilled crew to ride her.N Robert acknowledged none of it. MYour sub- mission says youPre taking her out through the Sound and into the Gulf proper.N MWhaPd ya think? Run her down the Missis- sippi? ShePs too big, nobodyPs that stupid!N MYouPd be surprised at the kind of subterfuge people involve themselves in to save a few dol- lars.N Howie bought the Oyou and me knowP
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tone. MI can
tone. MI can imagine,N he responded, not certain of the word OsubterfugeP. MYou must have to be real care- ful with all the con artists runninP around.N Howie believed in a simplistic approach to deceit L do it. MShall we say five oPclock this afternoon?N MFor what?N MThe inspection, Mister Morgan.N MOh.N Howie was caught in the movie again. MYeah. Perfect.N He needed some more stimu- lants. MDoes George know where she is?N — 66 — MGeorge who?N MGeorge Fenton.N Howie started back ped- alling here. MHePs, uh, done other inspections. Just figurinP he
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knows the company
knows the company and all.N MMr. Fenton is out of town.N The voice on the line was all business, calm and professional. MDonPt worry, we have many people here who can look after you. And donPt worry, wePll find you.N MWell shePs lookinP good, Mister Forster.N He lied so well, he figured he mustPve been born with it. MLookinP very good.N Howie killed the line hastily, could only handle so much of their bull- shit. He figured hePd done pretty well. The bas- tard made him nervous. What was that OwePll find youP stuff? It was eleven-thirty, and he pulled off the rags he had masquerading as clothes. All
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in his native
in his native village of Costessey. [E] Some copies of this Edition have a title-page, bearing the name of H. G. Bohn as publisher, and the date of 1846, but differing only in that respect. The foot-notes in Wilkin s edition, many of them very curious, initialled \ Wr.,\ are by Dr. Christopher Wren, Dean of Windsor (father of the Architect of St. Paul s Cathedral), and were found on the margins of a copy of the first edition of the Pseudodoxia now preserved in the Bodleian Library at Oxford; those initialled \ G.\ were written for Wilkin s first edition by the late Miss Anna Gurney, of Northrepps, near Cromer, Norfolk. The first papers to which I shall refer are a series of rough notes contained for the most part in volume 1830 of
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the Sloane MSS.,
the Sloane MSS., the first portion being devoted to Birds found in Norfolk, followed by a similar series relating to marine and freshwater Fishes, including a few marine invertebrata and plants. They are written on one side only of foolscap paper, the portion relating to Birds occupying folios 5 to 19 inclusive, folios 1 to 4 consist of two inserted letters from Merrett to Browne (see Appendix A.), which are printed by Wilkin in his first edition, Vol. I., pp. 442-5. The notes on Fishes are in the same volume of manuscripts, folios 23 to 38; but there are some irregularities which will be explained as they occur. The whole of the notes are very roughly written, and present the appearance of a commonplace book, in which the entries were made as the events occurred to the writer, being quite devoid of
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any system or
any system or arrangement. The entries doubtless extend over several years, but it is impossible to fix the dates on which they were made, the only internal evidence I can find being that speaking of the occurrence of a certain shark he states it was taken \ this year, 1662,\ and on the next page of the MS. there is the record of the occurrence of a sun-fish in the year 1667; this latter, however, is evidently an interpolation. A few pages further on there is the record of what he calls a large mackerel, \ taken this year, 1668,\ but this also is an addition. We may take it, I think, that most of the notes were made about the year 1662, but that they were added to on various occasions up to 1668, in which year his first letter
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to Merrett is
to Merrett is dated. It has been suggested that these notes were prepared in the interest of Dr. Merrett for his use in an enlarged edition of his Pinax, but the remark in his first letter to this correspondent, \ I have observed and taken notice of many animals in these parts whereof 3 years agoe a learned gentleman of this country wished me to give him some account, which while I was doing ye gentleman my good friend Notes and Letters on the Natural History of by Thomas Browne died,\ clearly shows that they were originally prepared for another purpose, although they eventually furnished the materials for his letters to Merrett, but who his deceased friend was it seems now useless to conjecture, although it would be interesting to know. The notes were
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on a nearby
on a nearby wall squawked, his only answer. Not that he’d expected anything more. He was very hungry. Kaylen wondered, briefly, if grander concerns – escape? – should have been a higher priority. Starving to death won’t help anyone, he told himself. And his sore feet reminded him of their need for shoes. The courtyard held nothing remarkable. A few worn stone statues stood in various corners; some had toppled from their bases, lying broken in the dirt and long grass. Wooden 7 structures had rotted into piles of mossy, mushroom covered refuse by the walls. No bones; no bits of armor or rusty weapons. Flat, bare, hard spots on the ground showed where the
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dragon liked to
dragon liked to rest, but Kaylen found no sign of a hoard, shed scales, or even scat. In the center of the courtyard, surrounded by a few withered trees, was the fountain, a functional anachronism, still sending water skyward; it helped him realize that the keep was in better repair than he’d initially thought. He examined the two-story building’s main door. The latch and hinges looked recent, without corrosion; the wood was strong. And it was locked. He spent a few moments examining nearby rocks, finding a key beneath one, buried slightly in the soil. Slowly, he unlocked and opened the door. Nothing jumped out; he pocketed the key and went inside, finding himself in a wide central corridor. Doors on each side lead into rooms, most of which were empty, except for
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piles of debris
piles of debris that might once have been furniture. Near the end of the hall were a huge set of double doors; they were locked, and the mechanism matched the style of the front door. But the key was the wrong shape, and a brief search failed to find the hiding place of its smaller cousin. He continued exploring, and found a surprisingly clean and orderly kitchen. The cupboards contained moldy bread and small packages sealed in waxed paper. Sacks of onions, potatoes, and other dry vegetables hung overhead. Utensils and plates, slightly dusty, sat on one of the tables. And there were several flagons; he opened one, sniffed, and smelled something interesting. He poured a bit of the dark brown liquid into a mug, swirled it a bit, and drank. It was
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get right back
get right back down here. You‟ve got two minutes. Go! Go! Go!” I grabbed my bag and ran to the stairwell. Glancing at the card, I saw a number that began with a 4, so I figured that I had to go up to the fourth floor, the third division of H Company. “Move it! Move it! Move it!” came the command from below. “I wanna see you move like greased lightning!” I ran up the stairs, taking two or even three stairs at a time in my panicky rush. “One at a time, thete! One at a time!” bellowed Mr Woodward in his stentorian, but calm voice. After running up two flights of twisting stairs, each time turning left onto
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the gallery,
the gallery, left around the corner, and left again onto the next flight, I came to the last flight, feeling slightly dizzy. There was a thin, blond-haired upperclassman on the stairs. As I started up, he shouted out in a thick New England accent, “Halt, thete! I haven‟t given you permission to step onto my stairs.” I stood transfixed for a moment, then I shouted back to him, “May I climb up the stairs, sir?” “May I climb up the stairs?” he retorted sarcastically. What kind of a request is that? This is the way you say it thete, and don‟t you forget it – „Sir, Mr Sardis, sir. Cadet Recruit Bozo, U.R., requests permission to drive up the stairs, sir.‟
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You think you
You think you can do that?” “Yes, sir, Mr Sardis, sir!” I answered in what I gathered to be the complete form of address. “Have I told you to pop-off?” “No, sir!” As soon as I said it, I knew what I had done. He simply smiled menacingly at me, came down the stairs, and put his face right up to mine. “Pop-off!” he screamed. “No, sir!” “You mean you don‟t get it then?” he asked incredulously. “No, sir. I mean yes, sir. I mean…” “Get up those stairs, thete. Move it! One at a time, thete. One at a time!” Finally, I made it onto the top gallery. I looked at the number on the card and tried to match it to the numbers on the doors
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to my right.
to my right. Following the numbers, I turned left and saw in horror that my room number had been skipped. Looking back and forth in confusion, my eyes lighted on a small extension of the gallery going back from the corner. The number on the small room on the right-hand side of the extension matched the number on my card, and I entered through the screen door and then through the heavy, green wooden door, glad to be, at least for the moment, out of the line of fire. I knew, though, that there was not much time left after my encounter with Mr Sardis on
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